he said that she said that they went and did somebody dirty And you heard it and now you're no longer friends I don't operate on that sort of level I'
, I just let you cut you, cut me-- cut the bullshit Damn, I love the hugs enough to tolerate the way we made each other crazy, making it so tough to operate
we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets
Take him up to the highest high Take him up to the top where the mountains stop Let him tell his book of lies John the Revelator He's a smooth operator
CHORUS: With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, We greet the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation! MEN'S CHORUS: The trumpets
Opera Ghost. (The GIRLS twitter and twirl in fear) FIRMIN God in Heaven, you're all obsessed! GIRY He merely welcomes you to his opera house and commands
have fallen on his head Spent my lifetime buildin Writin rhymes I remind rappers of everything that scared them as children They call me show stopper No opera
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets