[Young Jeezy] I'm just chillin' in that Phantom bumpin that Yo Gotti He's the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti Sittin down with the plug, bout
Usually take one last pass through town Stop the car and touch the ground Watch those streetlights Swayin' in the breeze Decorated store fronts Rusty
Syndicate fool L.A. Home of the Bodybag Ice-T A young playa bred in South Central Colors, syndicate fool A young playa bred in South Central Ice-T L.A
Hey, hey, I'm like a beast Hey, hey, I'm like a beast DJ drop the record, I'mma start a stampede He drop the record, I start a stampede Hey, boy, I push
Deeper than every ocean Deeper than every river That?s what your presence brings to me Revealing the words I listen Seeing you in my silence Learning
foot, let off the exelerater, slame down on the brake, before it's too late, hands grab the wheel right now, eyes look back in the mirror, she's sittin
Sometimes I feel like Karna Has got over my skin I put on my armour Guarding me from outside in, but At night I am woken by Images of the flood oh oh
I had a good life Before you came I had my friends and my freedom I had my name Still there was sorrow and emptiness Till you made me glad Oh, in this
Buachaill on Eirne me is bhreagfainn fein cailin deas og. Ni iarrfainn bo spre lei, ta me fein saibhir go leor Is liom Corcaigh da mheid e, dha thaobh
This old house is falling down around my ears I am drowning in a river of my tears When all my will is gone, you hold me, sway I need you at the dimming
Black is the color of my true loves hair His lips are like some roses fair He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands And I love the ground whereon
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The girl's a fool, she broke the rule, she hurt him hard This time he will break down She's lost his trust and so she must know all is lost The system
Is a Bhrid Og Ni Mhaille 'S tu d'fhag mo chroi craite 'S chuir tu arraingeacha An bhais frid cheartlar mo chroi Ta na ceadta fear i ngra Le d'eadan ciuin
Ye hills and dales and flowery vales That lie near the Moorlough Shore Ye winds that blow by Borden's grove Will I ever see you more? Where the primrose
Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling Come, sit you down upon my knee And tell to me, the very reason Why I am slighted so by thee I'm so in love that
Last night as I lay dreaming Of pleasant days gone by My mind being bent on rambling To Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision And followed with