Translation: Jürgen Hart. Sing Mei Sachse Sing.
So I packed up my life Into the boot of your car Must have driven for an hour or two Before I reached Manchester It mystifies me that you'd wanna bring
Messenger of fear in sight Dark deception kills the light Hybrid children watch the sea Pray for Father, roaming free Fearless wretch insanity He watches
Well, she was precious like a flower She grew wild, wild but innocent A perfect prayer in a desperate hour She was everything beautiful and different
It's your thing Do what you wanna do I can't tell you Who to sock it to It's your thing Do what you wanna do now I can't tell you Who to sock it to
[Chorus] I am g-going home (home) [x3] I shut it down already I am g-going home (home) [x3] I shut it down already I am g-going home (home) [Verse 1]
Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves in your skull T-shirt You say, "What did you do with him today?" And sniffed me out like
Go, go, Johnny Max I wanna get some stuff tonight Go, go, Johnny Max Gotta make me feel alright Go, go, Johnny Max I wanna get some stuff tonight Go,
I got up this morning, tried to get off of work I couldn't even find not one clean shirt There was no hot water when I jumped in the shower I know my
I guess, she's doing something right I seldom see him out at night Sure isn't like it used to be Why should it mean a thing to me? What makes you think
Guess Who? You Bitches Is Ri-Ri(Lum) Lambourgini strawberry kiwi Fashion week in Paris was nice Every Designer had my size(ha ha ha ha ha ha) Switch my
[Chorus] Winners, everybody wants to be a winner Winning is everything, nah, winning it's d only thang Winning ain't everything, winning it's d only
Uhh, I'm yo special girl, yo real good girl Biggest bitch in yo itty bitty world Comin' up in the ninety nine, every other word I say Be part of my rhyme
[Eryka] 1 - If you don't worry 'bout where I been or who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry, you know that you got me
(Lil' Rob) I'm from the city that everyone knows All clean creased up on my clothes Hit the street and hop the low low Even got hydraulics on the Limo
Thou knowest not what thou sayeth in speech? Doth thou know what thou teacheth to each? From thine own mouth, thy corrupt thine own house Thy corrupt
The lamp is burnin' low upon my table top Snow is softly fallin' The air is still in the silence of my room I hear your voice softly callin' If I could
Morning smiles, like the face of a newborn child Innocent, unknowing Winter's end, promises of a long lost friend Speaks to me of comfort But I fear,
