Its too late to say that you're sorry, after you've broken my poor heart. — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
I dreamt I was the president. Living in a tent, but when I woke up this morning I was thrown out for not paying… — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
No mama, no papa, and I live in the ghetto. I'm just a child from a broken home. — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
They cant get no music, them cant get no cherish. So Woppi King write about him sound system man, and write Count Suckle from… — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
More than anything else in the world. Dont go, baby, please, please dont go. — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
Baby please dont go cause I love you so. Baby if you go, you will hurt me so. Cause I love you, I love… — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
They say, when you die, and after burial, you come like an insect or animal. I hear some people com back as a mule;… — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
Well, I cant say much about that, because I never hear off anyone who dead, and come back and tell we how they stay. — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
This is our sensation, all over the nation! Read all about it! read all about it! Skinhead invasion! — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
Y asi pasan los dias. Y yo, desesperando. Y tu, tu contestando. Quizas, quizas, quizas. — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
All I know that people who died, twenty, thirty years ago, from an association in Hell, and writing living people, telling them the condition… — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
No more weeping no more crying, no more running around. Cause I know, Ive found the woman that loves me all the time. — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
I hear say, Woppi King have a sound system from himself, named The Scorpion. But him cant get no record. Well, the girl who… — Laurel Aitken Copy Share Image
