mighty dread!. Play I on the R&B; want all my people to see. We bubblin' on the Top 100, just like a mighty dread! Roots, rock, reggae *** a reggae music! Uh-uh!. Roots, rock, reggae, ee-mi duba! *** a
. And I know he lied. When he says he wants you to be his bride. Therse no telling you Sharon cos' god knows I've tried. And what hurts me Sharon , You don't know why , You don't know why S. H. A. R. O
the Crumbs, from the chums of the P. O. Sprouted from The Roots and I was added to the trio. Now I'm cahoots and got a reason for my ego. In the words of, Los Lobos, ad-ios, a-migo At the Rat Cave
walked through that door. . Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E. What in the world you're doin' A-L-O-N-E?. Say, good L-double O-K-I-N-G. I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E. . I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit
. Before we can discover who we are. . Chorus. Talkin' bout roots. Ah yah, yah. Back to a way of life. Roots. Ah yah, yah. Talkin' bout roots, back to a way of life. Roots. Ah yah, yah. Back to a
Death comes sweeping through the hallway. Like a lady's dress. Death comes driving down the highway. In its Sunday best A fire of unknown origin. Took my baby away. A fire of unknown origin
Death comes sweeping through the hallway. Like a lady's dress. Death comes driving down the highway. In its Sunday best A fire of unknown origin. Took my baby away. A fire of unknown origin
Bài hát Origin Of Love - Mika. Love is a drug and you are my cigarette. Love is addiction and you are my Nicorette. Love is a drug, like chocolate, like cigarettes. I'm feeling sick, I've got to
roots. Like a dizzy summer bloom. Got me thinking about you. My roots. Getting higher than the moon. Got me thinking about you. Every time it takes me to my roots. My roots, my roots. My roots, my roots
Roots Natty roots. Dread Binghi dread. I and I are the roots Some are leaf. Some are branches. I and I are the roots Some are the dry wood. For the fire. Whoa, Look at that They need a dry wood
