Lyrics:
bad
My girl look loco
Guys all peep because their
Girl looks so so
I know you wish don't try
She's a no go
She walk and their world go slo-mo
Mine do
Sometimes I complain
I'm just an old man in this world
Irrelevant on everything I do
Though I keep warm in my heart the reasons why I haven't part
From
It’s funny how I view a lot
Of dudes in the game
You might got the juice for now
But you Minute-Made
Watch your buzz grow for a year tops
And then it
Never back down
cnd im charged up fully
Bout time that they took me in
I'm pedigree built
Like an XL Bully
Tryna get to the top
Still a boy
No Sully
Imagine a world, with no heteros
Got Apple Pay on my telephone
I'm on my way to get my pills
Going to drag brunch with all my girls
I
to the top cuz you niggas let it
Look at this world that we living in
Women wanna be niggas and the niggas is feminine
And if a nigga got some real talent
shoulder
Weight on my shoulder
Walk the walk about it
Talk the talk about it
You the top spot
Make the block hot
When you drive by my house
Take
[Qwell:]
Rain shine, was fate denied by state time
Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs
Remember chickens spittin' game at you
I'm prayin'
and Stonelove dem leading by a mile
Dem take the music round the world and dem make the sacrifice
Deh put Jamaica 'pon the top, now everyone a touch the style
as a feather
You're on top of the world
Do you smile lookin' down inside
With a lover
They tell you nothin' is free
Only thing guaranteed
Is a load
Yeah, let's go to the beach
I feel the breeze, my top is down,
And all I do is ride around
And where I go I just don't care a place to chill,
you've got love then your embracing this child
The very ones that the racist profile
Could teach us all about some patience through trials
These type
Yeah, let's go to the beach...
I feel the breeze, my top is down,
And all I do is ride around
And where I go I just don't care a place to chill,
Yeah, let's go to the beach...
I feel the breeze, my top is down,
And all I do is ride around
And where I go I just don't care a place to chill,
of the world
I call the gods of the profoundest pit
Arise now, as we all gather
Aeons of hell
Our time has come at last
Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904
He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War
He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his
Higher - I wanna be on the top of the world
Forever - I try to get higher than before
How do we find the thruth? - by searching for solitude?
We sail
Yeah, let's go to the beach...
I feel the breeze, my top is down,
And all I do is ride around
And where I go I just don't care a place to chill,
Originally performed by Genesis
Holy Mother of God
You've got to go faster than that to get to the top.
Dirtly old mountain
All covered in smoke,
unannounced
So when I top the charts, I ain't coming down
And my drive ain't driven by numbers
I'm from the underground
Seen the best deprived buskers
I ain't
Panic and passive hatred
Go off the top in a battle get decapitated
They don't hurt you on
Accident it's always premeditated
They had it all planned out
I
on repeat in the stores
我再也不用傻傻站在橱窗外面看了
I won't be a fool standing outside the window looking in anymore
我带着微笑向经过的人打招呼
I'm smiling, saying hello to all
to the top of the hill
See the world move while I'm standing still, hill, hill, hill
Your eyes are talking
And they don't seem fine to me
May as well be
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