Mein Maserati fährt 210 schwupp die Polizei hat's nicht geseh'n das macht Spaß ! Ich geb' Gas ich geb' Gas ! Will nicht spar'n will nicht
Mein Maserati fährt 210, Schwupp, die Polizei hat's nicht geseh'n, das macht Spaß! Ich geb Gas, ich geb Gas! Will nicht spar'n, will nicht
It was a brief encounter you passed among us A strange sensation you left behind Countless stories A new beginning The journey started from here It
Southern trees bearin' strange fruit Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze Strange fruit hangin' from
Let me hold you tight, if only for one night Let me keep you near to ease away your fears It would be so nice if only for one night I won't tell a soul
Hiding mystery in my head I avoid the arms that with pleasure Would welcome my surrender I can't even trust my eyes The path I walked is paved with
come let yourself be come see the possibilities let love take over your pain and heal to the river of the rain girl, come and be still free your mind
They say into your early life romance came And in this heart of yours burned a flame A flame that flickered one day and died away Then with disillusion
I like to see you boogie right across the floor I like to do it to you till you holla for more I like to reggae but you dance too fast for me I'd like
I could not come this time and stand on my feet. I just thought of you and sank. "I'm tough, I'm tough," I told myself...but I fell apart. Thin arms cling
If you thought it was boring in Jordan Then come out here for a day And by the way, the name is Marcus But if you like, you can call me Sensei Well the
My friend Marcus, he sleeps in my basement And his father touched more than spirit Now he can hardly sleep, sleep My friend Marcus, he's got such an
Them never love, never love, never love poor Marcus-they never love him, oh no Them never love, never love, never love poor Marcus Till they betray him
This postcard from hell should remind you of how lucky you are Simply assimilate or simply be destroyed There's a little respect that you are disrespecting
Hi, my name is Marcus and I'm a popaholic (Pop, pop, pop music) Alright (Pop, pop, pop music) Yeah (Pop, pop, pop music) C'mon (pop, pop, pop music
its a repition and and and we knew all his secrets feet dangling no heartbeat now its all over theres no regrets
Marcus Garvey's words come to pass,- Marcus Garvey's words come to pass, Can't get no food to eat, Can't get no money to spend, Wo-oo-oo Can't get no
Follow, follow, follow, follow Marcus Garvey foot step Why can't I and I follow him Come on Every where he go, I and I will go there too And everything