译文: Savoca,卡伦. 采取这些翼.
wardrobe is it, now listen Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from me Ain't shit funny, shake it honey Take it money, now
bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon honor it these aint even real clothes homie I'm pajama rich Banks told me homie go switch the style up these
[Bruno Mars: Chorus] Maybe if I jump or spread my wings I know I've been wrong about these things I don't care if no one else believes I think that if
Left the city, my mama, she said don't come back home. These kids round killing each other, they lost their minds, they gone. They quitting school, making
them dusty ass Filas, Levi's Raggedy ass, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli Manning, Eli These
knees and make them pie straight Dust and take and serve niggas on my hot plate So cats who got beef, we can take it to the streets Cause shit these
sing would you be able to hear my melody, I know that somethings wrong and im afraid that your moving on , how can I fly when your my wings. I need these
do it better" I check Cheddar like a food inspector My homey strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast" So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the
Love being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way, some how some way I'm be a nigga and these
' keep pushing me until I reach the ledge And when I reach the ledge I'll tell 'em all to eat a dick Take a leap of faith and let my eagle wings spread
-ggas that's surrounded when the bidies come, Pop bottles is our style, you n-ggas sipping rum, Got models with smart mouths we call them pretty dumb, Take
be shakin' my hips You gon' be lickin' your lips Imma be takin them pics, lookin' all fly and shit Imma be the flyest chick, so fly Imma be spreadin' my wings
the wings off that little songbird She's never gonna fly to the top of the world Right now, top of the world I don't have to answer Any of these questions
' So hush little baby, don't you cry One of these mornings you're gonna rise up singin' Then you spread your little wings and take to the sky, take to
enough And just outside the door where it always rains I'll take the time to polish these scratches and these stains On my chrome plated heart Wings on these
so hush little baby, don't you cry. One of these mornings, you're gonna rise up singin'. Then you'll spread your wing's, and you'll take to the sky.