[Big Sean:] i don't give a fuck about anything, that you're telling me cause right now it's all, irrelevant i'm so high i won't, remember it and i wish
Fade out the candlelight Look at the shadows on the walls Just follow your heart You've waited long enough Don't turn me down and say you won't
She had said, don't cry Said it only hurts forever, and all we have is time And she said, she will never know So close your eyes, turn down the lights
I'm on a high, on a high there's nothing more to it We are the sea and the sky and the blue that runs through it, yeah And there are some who say there
Ciara on the track and she from the, the (A) Ludacris once again and I'm from the, the (A) Ciara, Ludacris and we gon rep that (A) (Ay, Ay, Ay, yep) Let
[Rick Ross] Yeah, Boss Bouncing in my Chevrolet Reminiscence on the past Everything ain't adding up Had to stop and do the math Yeah, It's large,
You got to be yourself High fashion Living in the fast lane Everybody wanna do the same But you've gotta be yourself You gotta be yourself Time is passing
high times by brokencyde We be puffin on the indo We blowin kush up out the window I got the girlies in the back seat the 5-0 cant catch me If you wanna
Why do I feel like a newborn child? Why do I feel like a silver dollar? Why do I feel like a newfound drug? Why do I feel like I wipe my borders? What
i wanna live with madonna i wanna lick oprah i wheel of fortune i want god to make my bed i wanna fuck jesse jacksoni wanna go deep sea fishing wanna
[Chorus] Everyday everyday everyday everyday Off the life I get high So high That I can kiss the sky Heads in the clouds But I don't know why But you
Flowers blown on the wind at night Lovers' prayer brings heart strings tight My summer was blown to a winter's throne High, high, high Riding fast
Manana de sol, bajo por el ascensor, calle con arboles, chica pasa con temor. No tengas miedo, no, me pele por mi trabajo, las lentes son para el sol
Los murcielagos son tetricos Dan miedo y terror Y nunca estan limpios Los murcielagos se quedan abrigaditos En cuevas tristes Los murcielagos me hacen
By the left, quick march, Crua Chan!!! It was 1745 The Highland spirit has revived Mc Dougall here and McDonald there The clans had come from everywhere
Dale, dale con el look, Pero no te mires como Captain Cook, Dale, dale con el look, Pero no te mires como Captain Cook. Para vos lo peor es la libertad
She had my head on a plate With her sweet and sour sauce She was riding in her car I was riding on my horse Neck and neck along the road Well, I have
Hello Frank, how're you doing? Are doing all rigth Sunday morning blues, you know Just ain't the best When you just want to lie down And have a good
