where or when The clothes you're wearing and the clothes you wore The smile you are smiling you were smiling then But I can't remember where or when
Fordítás: George Michael. Hol és mikor.
where or when the clothes you're wearing and the clothes you wore the smile you are smiling you were smiling then but I can't remember where or when
where or when the clothes you're wearing and the clothes you wore the smile you are smiling you were smiling then but I can't remember where or when some
Funk is my mother, George is my father Obsessed with creating another author Now I remember back when everything was On the One (Nah, they couldn't get
search for the fame But I'm still Michael Phelps, swimming in my lane Where's Lois, me I'm Superman, I'm just here to save the day boy Or at least I
together on the Internet? As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin' it from the back And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when
internet As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back Than everlast when he's
LeBon) But when you're having fun There's a world outside your window (Jonah doing George Michael joins in) And it's a world of dread and fear Where
You're target practice - strictly blast these empty shells {*crowd roar*} it's an upset, you lose the title! But first lose the haircut, you're bitin george michael
I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop Cats tellin' jokes at them car games seen big face hundreds Handle the rock like Nate Archibald
the upper deck, upper class A long way from where I come from I know where I'm at, nigga, I can't forget where I came from Life in the projects Where
(feat. Blue Chip) [The Game] I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop Cats tellin jokes at them car games Seen big face hundreds
to bring in the troops like George W I'll scorch you somethin awful when I fell through Of course the raw to be when you could put a broad to Better bring
in light and we banish shade (Boy George) And in our world of plenty We can spread a smile of joy Throw your arms around the world At Christmas time (George Michael
You're target practice - strictly blast these empty shells {*crowd roar*} It's an upset, you lose the title! But first lose the haircut, you're bitin George Michael
us together on the internet As close as I'm ever gonna get to hittin it from the back And shit when it comes to that I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when
