Three 6 Mafia f/ Al Kapone, 8Ball & MJG, DJ Spanish Fly, Project Pat DJ Paul talking yeah yeah yeah it's goin down m- motherfucking motherfucking-town bitch. The originaters up in this bitch, we got
Guillô, prends ton tambourin,. Toi, prends ta flûte, Robin. Au son de ces instruments. Tu-re-lu-re-lu, pat-a-pat-a-pan. Au son de ces instruments. Je dirai Noël, gaiement. Willie, bring your little
It; 's getting late. Another argument lies unresolved. I blame you. Though I know that it was my fault too. I still love you. What am I supposed to do. And now the silence. Hurts more than word
There are days I get so tired of being me. There are days I just can't face reality. And dealing with people that I just don't want to see. Gets me thinking about you and me. In my mind I dream of
I know about all your faults. Somehow they never deter me. And there are times when we talk. You really know how to soothe me. There are times I look at you. And I realise that you need me too.