couldn't do you no harm Should've given your love to jesus It wouldn't do you no harm You've been sitting on your ass Trying to find some grace But you better save yourself
Traduction: Big Star. Mieux Save Yourself.
That's a good look Imma help you build up your account Thats a good look Better yet a hood look, Ladies thats a good look When you're in them big meetings
better He's wearing dirty pants and a funky-assed sweater He claims he wants to get something to eat But every day you find yourself getting beat He
and it's just a dream Big cars and women and fancy clothes Will save your face but it won't save your soul I'm here to tell you that there's a better
anger when you saw the man in his big car Didn't you drive a banger and a gallon didn't get you far Should have been a famous star But that ain't what
look) And I'ma help u build up ur account (That's a good look, better yet a hood look) (But ladies that's a good look) Believe me When ur in those big
better act scare 'cause we don't play don't come my way When you sudden didn't fight you will say Front me 'cause you'll front yourself I'll leave you
gets better He's wearin' dirty pants and a funky-ass sweater He claims he wants to get somethin' to eat But everyday you find yourself gettin' beat He
life Gamblin they souls, they so gone off of this life Truely they don't know Cause they so zoned from the big lights And fancy cars, Big mansions, stars
it's just a dream Big cars and women and fancy clothes Will save your face but it won't save your soul I'm here to tell you that there's a better way
hard life, but love is love, play your cards right Reach for the stars, life is trouble, put up a fight Before you know it, your inner sides start flowin
look I'm gonna help you build up your account Thats a good look Better yet a hood look, Ladies thats a good look When you're in them big meetings for
up the dawn Wish on your star and leave heartache alone Well, if you?re gonna do it you better get to it ?For it?s gone, long, long, gone Save a little
faces Moved out to all them far away places (Emergency) state, corpses alligators and snakes Big difference between this haze and (the little diamonds on the VMA's) You better
hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all that jazz [Roxie Hart] Say it again. [Fred Casely] You're a star, kid. My little shooting star! [Velma Kelly
in anger When you saw the man in his big car Didn't you drive a banger And a gallon didn't get you far Should have been a famous star But that ain't what
