another way, another way A fathers way find another way? find another way? A Father's way There?s no way You will stay There?s no way I know you There?s no way
翻訳: シール. 父のウェイ.
got no money? If I'm movin' weight My life's based upon, what I'm a do this year Cop a boat, hop a layer Now the army suit's cute wit my chocolate Airs
gotta get cheddar; I'm better with money/ Been runnin' around, with a gun and a skully/ And one on my buddy's now dippin' tha swisha/ And then again hmm../ Nobody's
Baha' wrote many years ago to his father, Bahá'u'lláh, the founder of the Baha'i faith; lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals and
But why not? PIANGI: What does she say? FIRMIN: It's your decision But why not? CARLOTTA: She's backing out! ANDRE: You have a duty! CHRISTINE: I
, Raoul You have to know Something's terribly wrong, dear But I have to do this It's what we agreed to That hell-spawn demon He's had us playing his
the basement's greatest? Too late, already took that! Father knows best, but Father knows stress But Father needs love, a back rub, and some rest Damn he could use a
in his heart He said, you'll never have to choose a side It's rewarding, but oh, the road is hard They broke him wide open Like a dam and a cork that's
love [Chorus] [Bizzy Bone] Rollin in a hoopty or a bucket, who gives a fuck Listin to slow cuts, smokin weed, so what And held up, I'm in a hold-up
beat - you deserve it, (The) way they treat - you should love it, (And) when they twit - you should know it's right. They seal you from the tempting
cause I gotta take you off here My revolution is as real as Bobby Seale's, I build With dudes and cribs worth a quarter mill, in dix hills For fish
and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (A-get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (A-get your groove on) ReFugee Camp, uh, huh Navy Seals
and a kid in the U.S.A. Sidney Sidney in the U.S.A. Lower east side, 1976 Who?s got the dope And who?s gonna doing trips? Should I call a loser all
waterfall And take your fathers car Although it ain't that far They got a whole bizarre Of fly girls up the par Yeah sounds like a plan I need a new
. When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one could be the father, except for a god. This child was a gift from the skies of life
Words and music by Bob Hartman Based on the Apostle's Creed I believe in God the Father - maker of heaven and earth And in Jesus Christ His only Son
you reach for any mothafuckin thing It?s Tremaine Nunnnnh Nunnnnh Nuh Kayne gon? sang So, I?ma gon? rap a lil bit Ya know? Ion?t give a fuck how you
