Torn by the words I should tell her I feel she's slipping away I can't deny all the feelings inside And I hope she feels the same way Cause I won't let
past And try to make the moment last I wish I would have told you I just wanna hold you tonight (tonight) x2 The living room they start to talk The memories
I've been livin', I've been locked inside a fantasy I've been beggin' for a single moment I need to tell you I've been thinkin' of you endlessly And won
In this life torn apart I've been looking for the answers I wish i was at home If i could end this all today If i could only find away Say you'll keep
me Top down, I push it to the floor Street signs and the center lines spinning Burning hot, I feel like I'm ready to roll Takin' off like a jet plane
Ridin' high on an angel's wings And the devil sings inside my head (ohh-oh ohh-oh) All alone on a Friday night With an empty bottle by my side (ohh
Traduction: Jet Black Stare. Ready To Roll.
Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) 24-inch wheels, and a good gold grill in the front (Blacka
hey hey hey No need for conversation [Verse 2: Fabolous] Now see you the type ta.. Get too hyper Maybe cause your chick like me But I'm a black card
hoes can buy me. Lookin forward but it's nice to see the rode behind me. Hotel's a 7 star. Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet bowin topless
shaped like a bottle, Magazine star dating nothing but the models, Money piling up you would think I won the Lotto, Cash rule everything around me that's my motto, All black
tu prouves, Bah ouais mec ! Faut etre honnete ! Mes troubles m?ont rendue poete Au point qu?on mette a ma dispo de quoi me doucher au Moet Helicoptere, taxi et Jet
tu grooves, Bah ouais mec ! Faut etre honnete ! Mes troubles m'ont rendue poete Au point qu'on mette a ma dispo de quoi me doucher au Moet Helicoptere, taxi et Jet
[feat. Skepta] [Skepta:] The bad boys are back Blowin up shh like a bomb in Iraq Diddys in white, I'm in all black It's about to get real grimey So somebody
what these hoes can buy me. Lookin forward but it's nice to see the rode behind me. Hotel's a 7 star. Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet
line with my wet... [Chorus] x 2 This is for the millionaires, Throw a stack in the air and watch brothers start plottin', Honeys start to stare
can buy me. Lookin forward but it's nice to see the rode behind me. Hotel's a 7 star. Begets glowin. Keep ya lid yet dawg the private jet bowin topless
