As we sank our souls into the last good moment well ever know yet could I stop to think about my actions, why I cant control them I know that, this could
We wake up at 3, and fall back asleep because leaving here is just a waste of energy and time with so much to do, and nothing to lose, no motivation
friends, there for each other Never ever forget that I've got you and you've got me, so Reach for the stars Climb every mountain higher Reach for the stars
the signs So many have died So many out of their minds Thank your lucky stars You got it good it's not hard To be what you are Thank your lucky stars
notice the passers by And they did not notice me I was speeding off the subway Through the stations of the cross Every eye looking every other way Counting
No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy
no stars, uh huh....... Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin "Who do you think you are?!" When I'm sober, start jumpin in it to
it's never So now and forever, we're Ravishing, ravishing Oh-wo-wo Ravishing, ravishing Oh-wo-wo Ravishing, ravishing Oh-wo-wo It's all right We'll be ravishing each other
Scarf Chest cold, diamonds make a nigga wanna cough In Dubai, 20 million on the villa loft And then I step up in the club and then these other niggas
sparkle like fireworks then I cause a massacre And make you feel how the fire hurts See the dungeon dragon has returned RAWRRR, look Then I come one after the other
Wuk gal Buss guns Smoke weed Count G's Wah mi do Wuk gal Buss guns Smoke weed Have fun (wah mi do) Wuk gal Buss guns Smoke weed Count G's
spittin bars man please don't bother me Once a son ain't nobody hot for me Past the moon ain't a star that's the other me The other stars make room When
im only spittin bars man please dont bother me once a son aint nobody hot for me past the moon aint a star thats the other me the other stars make room
about my home I'll never know how good it feels to hold you Nikita I need you so Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time Counting ten tin
a stirred martini Not shook leave that to the genie Oh really, so sure I wasnt on your list before Now you kissed the floor Mr four star, five star
