Holiday Holiday Hold it there boy, is that your bag? When the small sneak and you've just been had Is that your feet, been what have I seen ? Well take
I think it's time that I went on a holiday I think it's time that my mind should take a break I take the things that my friends say I should take I think
Get your passport and your bikini You need a holiday, come, see me I know you're tired of the same old scenery And I could change all that so easily
I got this notion from another man He put this dead fish in my hand Paperweight, baby, it's my name I hold you down 'coz you're all the same to me That
(Duet with Vince Gill) (Allan/Stillman) Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze For the holidays
Robert Allen / Al Stillman Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, 'Cause no matter how far away you roam When you pine for the sunshine
Ni fines de semana ni dias festivos Eres el como el viento, un torbellino que me abraza de pie una ola que me arrastra mar adentro en donde a veces no
Hey, this is the story of a young?n dreamin left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin? big city on his own sh-t but every now and then a n-gga
Yeah L-O-X nigga It don't stop It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin Motherfuckers [Styles Paniro] You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's
Yeah, L O X, nigga It don't stop Keep goin and goin' and goin and goin' Motherfuckers You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth If I get
God rest ye merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay, Remember Christ our Saviour Was born upon this day; To save us all from Satan's power When we were
She was circling the Holiday Inn Just about to go 'round again When her cell phone rang And it was him sayin', "Room 183" They've never done this before
(west-coast) the game get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga sippin on gin n juice, fill up ya cups nigga the west-coast is back crackin like
{This is the final boarding call for flight twelve fifty-nine Departing from Los Angeles, destination to St. Louis Thank you} Damn G, the spot's gettin
Say, hey! Hear the sound of the falling rain Coming down like an Armageddon flame The shame, the ones who died without a name Hear the dogs howling
I'm sorry I didn't have more to say Maybe I coulda changed your fate You were so misunderstood You coulda been anything you wanted to It's a sad vacation
Wake up, months have changed, have fucked me up I've got the breaks, I've got the breaks Your laughter takes me from disaster to tears All washed away