the life with the world in my hands A rush from the crowd, the roar of the fans When the lights come up he feels like the champ He feels like the champ
[Common] Yeah baby boy In the place (for you and yours) to be Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby... Yo yo yo check
's teeth, that's crazy The lean and the weed got us lazy Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know On behalf of the People's Champ Me myself Pretty
[Chorus: sped-up sample of "Girl" by the Chi-Lites] Ohhh girl, I'd be in trouble if you left me now Cause I don't know where to look for love, I just
Don't try to explain your mind I know what's happening here One minute it's love And suddenly it's like a battle-field One word turns into a Why is it
S.O.S. S.O.S. What's up, girlfriend, something's going on? You got a look about you, tell me what's wrong Is that your boyfriend dancing with that girl
Don't try to explain your mind I know what's happening here One minute it's love And suddenly it's like a battlefield One word turns into a war Why is
In the tree-lined cities in forgotten fields Some are born too pretty, some are born too real Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal Some ground
In the garden where he was cast out by the Lord Flames an omni-directional sword For he has ever failed to gather up the fruit And thus was banished with
qui et ce fut toi. Je te dit n'importe quoi, il suffisait de te parler pour t'apprivoiser. (chorus) Au champs élysées. au champs é
anybody and that was you, and I said something (anything) It was enough to me to talk to you to make you mine At Champs A?lysA©es, at Champs A?lysA©es
te parler, pour t'apprivoiser. Aux Champs-A©lysA©es, aux Champs-A©lysA©es Au soleil, sous la pluie, a midi ou a minuit, Il y a tout ce que vous voulez aux Champs
Il suffisait de te parler Pour t' apprivoiser Aux Champs-Elyses Aux Champs-Elyses Au soleil, sous la pluie A midi ou minuit Il y a tout c' que vous voulez Aux Champs
you (Win over) On the Champs Elysees, on the Champs Elysees Under the sun, under the rain, at midday or midnight There's whatever you want on the Champs
Il suffisait de te parler Pour t' apprivoiser Aux Champs-Elysees Aux Champs-Elysees Au soleil, sous la pluie A midi ou a minuit Il y a tout c' que vous voulez Aux Champs
a champion some people have to fight some people give their lives some people don't believe I was born a champion but I was born a champion but I was
This is all going all to shit What can I do, it's me and you ruined So now I'm leaving, scratching out my eyes From sights I've seen, done being keen
Nothing seems to be happening Except the shit from your world A desert walk and a sandstorm A ball of debt in my phone I know you're happy And that's
