and tree I know who it is and I'm gonna tell on Him Who told Noah look up to the sky I know who it is and I'm gonna tell on Him Who showed the dove
Fordítás: Roger Miller. Tudom, ki az.
Fordítás: Roger Miller. Tudom, ki igen (és fogok Tell rájuk).
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I dreamed I was there in Country Music Heaven Oh what a beautiful sight Last night I dreamed I went to Country Music Heaven And you know who greeted me
make ends meet All her wealth is in her charms And the sweetness of her arms How I love my poor princess in rags I know some day I'll find a way To
it bout it Bout it bout it, I mean we bout it bout it King George, TRU you know we bout it bout it Silkk, you know he bout it bout it My manager TC,
it bout it Bout it bout it, I mean we bout it bout it King george, tru you know we bout it bout it Silkk, you know he bout it bout it My manager tc, you
About the real king up here I dreamed I went to Hillbilly Heaven Oh, what a star studded night Then I ask Roy and Tex, I said, well Who do you think
it, drive you crazy if you loan it Man, I feel for my opponents K I M, K I M K I M, K I M
bout' it, bout it bout' it bout it, I mean we bout' it, bout it King George, Tru you know, we bout' it, bout it Silkk, you know he bout' it, bout it
who stayed in Monterey Honey, darling, sweetheart, precious angel, little dove The man who left you is looking pretty grim Hypnotising, paralysing wine is my new love 'Cos it
it real, down South we call it trill This one year my dreams fulfilled, no more teams hogging the deal Paying my mills displaying my skills, self defense I
I'm so fly, high up in my cock pit The tapes comin' boy wait until I drop it It's some hot shit I know you gon cop it It's like tha carter 3 mixed with
like guess what? The hotter I spit I'm trippin off smoke detectors Who next up to get dressed up, I don't pop corks I pop New York with a dot til import
