a frown Sing for, sing for our voices And more, sing for our choices, Just don't lie, lie, lie, lie, lie... Love must stand when raising a man... raising a man
a frown sing for, sing for our voices and more, sing for our choices, just don't lie, lie, lie, lie, lie... love must stand when raising a man... raising a man
Traduction: Live. Élever un homme.
without a frown sing for, sing for our voices and more, sing for our choices, just don't lie, lie, lie, lie, lie... love must stand when raising a man... raising a man
, you never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up, when times are hard you stand up L-U-P the man, cause a brand that the fans trust So even if they
Khalifa] [Wiz Khalifa:] Yeah It's Young Khalifa man They don't want none They don't none [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot
papa's room, there papa lay. Daddy had tears in his eyes. I knew something was wrong, daddy was a poor man, but all of my life he'd been a proud man
I've suffered more in this city, where ashes fall a living tombstone that takes your mind in bliss tattooed voices where we all fall down... broke down
Raise 'em up Raise 'em Up You Gotta Love Live Life Love Live Life Love Live Love Live Love Live Life Put Yo' Hands up In The Sky Raise 'em up Raise 'em
pride So many places So many aces I made a curse I gave you birth Ah - glorious metal times The master of our lives - never died A special kind of
Chorus: Wale] We on a world tour Wale your man hustlin each and every gutta with the mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid We on a world tour Wale
that function I breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if shes naked It's like a view of paintin or a
out, I'll keep it moving and tryna get out, Somehow, Raised by a momma who, who, Hate her baby father so, so She don't have a problem with, with, Saying fuck a
function I breathe on and puncture Leave it like a female Dijon a puncture Waiting showing you her beauty if she's naked It's like the view of a paintin' or a
Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I might
! Point blank, living-ism is a tank Cause there's just some things that I never forget: I remember green suits on a Black mayor; I remember nine-millimeter
a fight Cause I'm grown man, in a couple of months I'll be back home man Traveling the way a king suppose to travel, over grown man
