Eleven outta ten boy you're stuck Eleven outta ten you're all messed up Eleven outta ten it don't add up Eleven outta ten boy you're stuck Eleven outta ten
Vertimas: Nr Angelai. Vienuolika iš dešimties.
"Son," she said, "Have I got a little story for you What you thought was your Daddy was nothin' but a While you were sittin' home alone at age thirteen
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Down a road less traveled And I see my purpose in front of me And it's simple and It's gentle I found Down a road less traveled And I feel my conscience
die this summer Gunshots from the hummer Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds They said: "Mama, less you wouldn't strike back" mack ten, eleven
, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be, came back to the hood My homies had done good, had elevated their
a little boy about the age of ten About to catch myself, I want to do it again When I was a little boy about age eleven Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Growing
change ya. You are a Shooting Star, That's why you are my favorite. (x4) (Young Boss) I caught her when she fell from heaven. One to ten, baby girl's an eleven
lot Hey yo I'm still not a playa but you still a hater Elevator to the top hah, see you later, I'm gone Penthouse suite, Penthouse freaks In house beach, French count seats, ten
It's the kind of a nite U'could use a friend You feeling a loss And you need a win A perfect eleven Between one and ten Got the right way To make a sad
As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent You asked for the latest party With your silicone hump and your ten inch stump Dressed like a priest you was
the right nigga to play with Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib Blend with it kid
a year later, let me gather my thoughts By the time I was nine, I was outta my mind My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind Ten and eleven
One, two, three o'clock, four o'clock rock Five, six, seven o'clock, eight o'clock rock Nine, ten, eleven o'clock, twelve o'clock rock We're gonna rock
'll be getting by alright, uh uh uh Sooner or later this drunken elevator Is gonna stop where I'm supposed to be It's ten past eleven, I'm half way up
Erica, Erica Is watching Danielle, Danielle Is hiding Erica, Erica Is counting Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen Twelve, eleven, ten, nine Erica, Erica Is
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, yes Yeah Yeah Yeah Ye-ye-yeah She said, "Move, move, move to the rhythm" She
