Oh oh, yeah yeah yeah Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love I'm praying for a girl to be my
If you stand tall with your back to the door Then it's your own fault when you get knocked to the floor You may have fooled me once But I've got a pretty
I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat, not flat I like my pockets fat
[Verse 1: Pocket Change] Pocket Change !!! Nigga I'm the best I'm Ready to start a motherfucking slugfest I got my crew with me we shuttin you down dont
Here comes pockets His trousers hold a thousand deadly sins The maddest things we ever found in bins He clutches them and looks at you and grins Here
I reach in my pockets while you were climbing rockets now, two dirty right-handed gloves. I sleep by the bedside with a nasty dream in my eye, I'd hate
All these politics, it's a deception falling on America's weak They say we're keeping ourselves down We sold out on half ass trailer park dreams So now
here and now our choices here are growing thin, as children grow they grow with what they see in these times where paranioa closes in power and hate a
[Paroles : Christian Decamps] A pas de loup, Je gravis l'arc-en-ciel, Le vent me deshabille, J'embrasse une hirondelle ; Dans un parfum de menthe douce
By dean friedman Did you know I like, You know, I like the way I really like the way you look. And even though it's hard, You know, it's difficult to
[magic - talking] I dare one of you say something bout me Speaking on the wrong niggas ya heard me (come on} Don't be mad These niggas hear gonna stay
By now you know that I never arrived I was too tired to move I was gonna invent an elaborate excuse But I'm tired of them too Little pockets of air in
Drunk at the bar at last, last call a?? my baby's home on her night off, So I'm involved in a serious talk with a girl I had known growing up. So we buy
bread circulates through the paws of depraved as the almighty dollar disables its slaves when the products you bought just wont bio-degrate an army
(1 Peter 5:8-9) My life is a pocket and I fill it with Christ So that I can resist Satan and all his evil Jesus I invite you in Shed your light and destroy
I wish I had a dollar For each time I took a chance On all those two-bit Romeos Who count a thin romance Somehow always thinking Of the last time I fell
I've got too many pockets on my shirt Too many choices and it's only getting worse Too many things that I could do today Too many stops along the way
We call for all of those in need of hope We call for all those to say this is the day So tell me how can You shake hands with a clenched fist And tell