Gonna fly up to the moon, raising all of my money. Can't make it too soon, I am sick of it down here. Gonna rise up to the moon. So this is how the world
Traduction: Black. Volez jusqu'à la lune.
trigger, boom! In the cut of zoom In the darkness, the halo, the moon! Stepping ta' ya' real soon Ah! Check the blackness! Me before those enter the
will never die. And it's time that you know just how far I mean to go. We fly rings around the moon (repeat) Come tomorrow when the candle burns, and I wake up
room lights up a candle, Says, "Open up another deck." But the dealer says, "Attendez-vous, s'il vous plait,'' As the rain beats down and the cranes fly
fish Because there ain't much, that I won't do Unless it keeps me from being true blue Once in a blue moon there is a blue sky I wear my blue jeans and fly
I'm So Fly; Flight Models Up Cause I'm So High Ha, Lil Nxgga Get Your Cheese Up Black Ice On My Neck, Make You Freeze Up Oh You Worry About Me, Go Figure
smoke a L with my honey for the future Man, I'm happy as can be 'cause I got my OE Nah nah, let me back that up, let me back that up Johnny fever, I won
said fuck it, and i threw the spear up into the sky, as fuckin hard as i could, threw it into sky. I sprayin mace up there I throw m-80s up there,
cancel tomorrow the undead will thank me today Fly in the face of your prophets I mock your morality plays The moon is red and bleeding The sun is burned and black
me a jet black saddle to ride upon Showed me the view Showed me the horses And he showed me you And you were young as morning sunlight You lit up another
snooped up Label got you souped up, tellin you you sick Man you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster Chimped up
strike And bottled it up, it hit the red carpet and modeled it up We hopped in the Ferrari and Pradaed it up Now everybody clappin, they bravoed it up
angel and spit fire at the devil And I do whatever for the root of all evil Gold, silver, bronze, no try that black medal Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly
spit fire at the devil And I do whatever for the root of all evil Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal Turn yo mutherfuckin? flowers to feathers now fly
and spit fire at the devil And I do whatever for the root of all evil Gold, silver, bronze, no try the black medal Turn yo mutherfuckin' flowers to feathers now fly
turn their speakers up, they claim I ain't deep enough All that talk and I feed off of, keep it up I'm relaxin, my feet is up I'm leavin you haters, like
lives My punchlines give you black eyes Like like, go kill yourself Seven Pounds I've been to hell and back, and made it back fine Black diamonds killin' them, black on black
