[Chorus- Chris Brown] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn?ve been so beautiful Don?t know why I gave
[Chorus: Chris Brown] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave
Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave my heart, gave my trust
[Chorus- Chris Brown] Yesterday I fell in love Today feels like my funeral I just got hit by a bus Shouldn've been so beautiful Don't know why I gave
Fi wear mi crown And such tender smiles amaze me The way that she looks Sunday night She should be having my baby My baby The pleasure was all mine Like yesterday
to the place I belong [Dirty Money - Chorus] I?m coming home I?m coming home Tell the World I?m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
and I fully expect to lose [Chorus:] 'Cause I was born to ramble I was made to roll living my stickin' life in yesterday's rock and roll I drink in dirty
can hardly get used to this well needled costume I don't contemn money but it doesn't attract me so much Agnus Dei, Yesterday Tonight I will visit your
they called him. "Fight tuberculosis, folks." People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall. It was getting late and no money to score. He turned
and now they wonder why we act, how we act, gold teeth and heavy chevys, and talking slow, afros & loud ass Italian clothes, People bar-be-quein in the front yard Money
go to foreign and go tun Al Capone Mek whole heap a money and seen in our own Now a we a lock the city and that is well known Yesterday Mikey call me
[Chorus] I'm coming home I'm coming home tell the World I'm coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and
head Don't need no time for paper and pen I sell my demos in boxes of ten Won't stop me unless you're a dirty bill It's like yesterday Fifteen hooded
the streets Clean in the work place, dirty in the sheets Keeps her own toaster, makes her own bread Lady in the streets but a freak in the bed You see she makes her own money
