Lyrics:
that be gettin' paper
This is for them real niggas, this ain't for them fakers
This is for them Taylors, this is for them Taylors
This is for them
mesmo:
“Eu vou tentar ser um bom irmão mais velho, mesmo não tendo
ganhado um irmãzinho para brincar”.
A tia de Taylor, Heather, tinha vindo para ficar
Capítulo 6
TAYLOR APRENDE SOBRE
O AMOR VERDADEIRO
Era um domingo de manhã bem cedo, mais ninguém na casa estava acordado e a neve caía rápido.
bouncin' through the club like Tigger
I'ma hit the dope, I'ma hit the liquor
Nigga get wrong I'ma hit a nigga
Take a nigga bitch home and I'ma hit her
, Taylor
They be yellin' out... Taylor, Taylor
They all see you on the top of the throne
You're not safe, even inside of your home
I lock all the doors,
a source of handjobs"
"No one sees the me inside of me"
Heather Chandler is not your everyday suicide
You should cancel classes
No way, Coach
I
Think long and hard conjure her up in
Your mind what would Heather say?
What is her final statement to a cold
Uncaring planet?
"Dear world
a Taylor (where is the bud, we really need the bud)
Kush cones, KK bongs, hella strong
I be on, hoes on 'til the dawn
I'm at home, leave me alone
Call
cares, Opie Taylor
Opie Taylor
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor
Opie Taylor
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor
Well, a quarter pound of pot in
I can see you as a little girl
And I can see you home
With all your little girl things
You had horses to play with
I guess you could say you were
I'm not going out tonight 'cos I don't want to go
I'm staying at home tonight 'cos I don't want to know
You revealed a world to me and I would
Capítulo 9
TAYLOR TORNA-SE
UMA ESTRELA DE LUZ
“Ei, Taylor! Venha dar uma olhada nessas fotos”. A mãe de
Taylor o chamou para mostrar um livro que ela
mind
If I lied and said it's not true
But I can't cause I love you
Taking time alone
To find your heart a home
But I've been standing here
Sinking like
When I was a young man I walked alone
Down a rocky road far from where I call home
My heart was breaking like a stick under stone
So I set
that be gettin' paper
This is for them real niggas, this ain't for them fakers
[Repeat: x16]
This is for them Taylors
Yeah I got it, so I flaunt
Michael and Heather at the baggage claim
Tired of playing the waiting game
Every bag has got a different name
Michael and Heather may never get home
Heather
Changes like the weather
One minute sunny as hell
The next warning rain
Says if the world stopped spinning
She could stay the same
But Henry
There was Perfumed Gordon the hairdresser
And nobody did make it clear
Why a rude boy called Taylor
Cried out "Hello Sailor"
And something about ginger
Detroit city to be exact, but it wasn't great
You see, Dr. Taylor was raised in a single parent home
With brown colored relatives that used to call her
I'm not going out tonight 'cos I don't want to go
I am staying at home tonight 'cos I don't want to know
You revealed a world to me and I would never
Busts up right in the heat
There's no zebras here
But the crossings have an African beat
My friends in Brighton
Heather's on the back-burner
Weathervanes
Makin' birthday cakes
We're all in our places God is on His throne
Living in His graces waiting to go home
Taylor is on her wheel
Riding round
I say you're not alone
So far from home
Heather
Believe me when I say you're not alone
So far from home
Maybe I got it wrong
Maybe she'll hate this
[Intro: Heather B]
Yeah hah.
For all the sessions, all the cyphers
All my niggaz all my broads with the lighters
That's for Jersey I hope you
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