for any doubt I'm just no good at love I'm just no good at love I'm just no good at love..... out..... Loud Love out loud Love out loud Love out loud
any doubt I'm just no good at love, I'm just no good at love I'm just no good at love out loud Love out loud Love out loud Love out loud
Превод: Еарл Томас Цонлеи. Љубав Оут Лоуд.
s gonna get loose It's gonna get hot If you don't like to rock Well you better leave now 'Cause it's gonna get loud It's gonna get loud Old Bocephus loud
slam a slam, BAM, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian Cause see I want it quiet in here... I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomases
ghetto ain't nothin new It's been like that, way before you Was even born, get up from the down stroke Chocolate City for the black folks Say it loud
could have him As a matter of fact he kinda looks like Darren I still got sacked and this is how it happened Some Nigerian guy called Tunde Who told me to call him Thomas
't stop my uniqueness Complication altitudes built in compartments Digital gizmo made by continental Lincoln keepin' you thinkin' Better made than Europeans robot John H. Thomas
just on him to please you and me Mabel King you are my savior! Mabel King I'll be your slave wait on you foot and hand shout It out loud all over
, 'cause no one likes it down. Get lost in the overrated down. Keep a little organ in you, now. Sing the song that filled your mother's house. Little Thomas
era of crack vails and dapadamn leathers Karena was a funny nigga, Fat Boy a hungry nigga Wells from the 40 busters was a get money nigga When Tyrone died we cried with Thomas
tried to tell you, that things wouldn't work out I couldn't finish, cause you were moaning loud You pulled me towards you and choked me in your fat You
slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud I'll play librarian, 'cause see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana A bunch of funky uncle Thomases
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen] The night time has come The lights are out It's time to scream and shout Once we go on And start to play a song
Words: dylan thomas Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat On the silent sea we have
Words: dylan thomas There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueler than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at his tongue
, ?cause no one likes it down. Get lost in the overrated down. Keep a little organ in you, now. Sing the song that filled your mother?s house. Little Thomas
