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Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
She s got in each and every kiss
You wouldn t know what I m talking bout
If you never had a love like this
Well, I don t mean to be frank with you all
It s a natural fact
Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now
Well you can t argue with that
Oh, oh, yeah
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul, oh, oh
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
She got in each and every touch
Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
Cause I was the one running round town worrying too much
Twenty-four pounds of Sunday
That I can t see, yeah
And it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds
Oh, I m talking about a feline friend
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul

catch the next jet
no time to reflect
we never fit
are you happy now?
no excuses
quit bellyachin
love is medicine
for this life

i wake up late
blame you for fate
vexed and glorious as ever
i want you here
blame you, my dear
vexed and glorious as ever

out of control
we re out of control
we re gonna hit the wall
hold...

Czasem czuję jakby życie miało do mnie ale
Nic mi nie wychodzi i nie lubię życia wcale
No co ma człowiek zrobić kiedy życie daje w kość
Gdy trudno mu zaśpiewać choćby nawet takie coś

Chwilo trwaj
Chwilo trwaj
Nie - nie wierzę...

Do you remember what you said to me the day I met you
Like yesterday I still can hear your voice, you promised to be
Still in my life no matter what you had to do to be there
Well, it s been a while and here we are lookin back on...

Big Boi:
Well it s the M-I crooked letter comin around the south
Rollin straight hammers and vogues in that old Southern slouch
Please, ain tnothing but incensein my atmosphere
I m bendin corners in my Lac boi, causethat s how...

Bitter sweet, you wasted years
Lonely dream about souvenirs
Baby, touch a hand and make a friend, tonight
Bitter sweet love has no pride
Try again time s on your side
Oh, strange are the ways of love
Come on and take my heart
It s breaking just apart