fact In every hour in every place That when the right time arrives It feels so good to be alive Somebody Can't you see I'm a boy out of fashion Somebody
译文: 天堂17. 有人.
and see Heaven in the headlights Mile after mile, after mile, after mile You don't gotta be no billionaire To get a ticket up to the moon We all know somebody
me about no motherfuckin murder weapon my kids still ringin from the gun black because it all happened so fast I guess my nigga Lil Mark going to heaven
I began to cry But I can let you know That I will let you go You cover up your smile And I'm afraid to move This time I get it right I'll get somebody
just one voice Change, change, change I'm the resurrection man Let's go all the way Reach out and touch my hand Let's go all the way You know somebody
at the limousine If you on a team, roll on with the dream- Tryin' to get ring, you gon' get a ring, you gon' be a king I aint 16, I ain't 17, tell me
the boys on the block wanna take us, Cuz we bringin all of the paper, n From nothinn, To somethinn, You know us we the Usual Suspects. (Rick Ross) 17
mean I was like fuck the food what's your name, nationality and age baby But I forgot the first two when she said she was, 17! On the inside I was like
at the limousine If you on a team, roll on with the dream- Tryin' to get ring, you gon' get a ring, you gon' be a king I ain't 16, I ain't 17, tell
be like i want him, fresh Dickie shirt over my tee with some bos and tims, i'm a hot boy, if you ain't know ask somebody on Valence and Magnolia
them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get this
Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody go and get
me) Operator (I need heaven) get heaven on the line (I need to find out what's going on) Make sure they answer cuz I'm runnin' out of time Come on, somebody
s cold Pushin' an Acura, at 17 years old In the passenger seat, and he's smokin' a blunt With some shine on, any live nigga would want Somebody wasn't
no the boys on the block wanna take us, Cause we bringin all of the paper, n From nothinn, To somethinn, You know us we the Usual Suspects. [Rick Ross:] 17
