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open mind Gotta put your heart on the line If you wanna make it right You've got to reach out and try Gotta put your heart on the line If you wanna
译文: 迈克尔杰克逊. 就行了.
open mind Gotta put your heart on the line If you wanna make it right You've got to reach out and try Gotta put your heart on the line If you wanna make
to open mind Gotta put your heart on the line If you wanna make it right You've got to reach out and try Gotta put your heart on the line If you wanna
right he pressing me like button downs on a friday night im so pretty like he on my peddle bike he on my Low Starch he on my echo whites he saying Nicki
probably right He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, me on my pedal bike He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites
the air But when I'm in here, I don't really care 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that
wholes wholes, I don't brag I mostly boast From the VA to the LA coast, iffy kiffy izzy, oh Musi ques, I sews on bews, I pues a twos on que zat Pue
this for Michael. You heard from Jay-Z, but nigga this Layzie, it's somethin' I'm willin' to die for Yeah... Come on! Come On! Come On! Na, Na, Na, Na
bad He probably right He pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night I'm so pretty like We on my peddled bike He on my low scrunch We on my echo
First verse, uh, I'm on 'til I'm on a island My life's ridin' on the Autobahn on autopilot Before I touch dirt, I'll kill you all with kindness I kill
night, I was feelin' real good so the feelin' was right I came to the party for a different kinda action, The next thing I know I was doin' a Michael Jackson
the fact and fiction Now we back omission, I fix your face for you, keep yappin You start to hate the man in the mirror like Michael Jackson [Bahamadia
momma We gives absolutely no fucks, motha fucka Natural born serial murderers Mass mothafuckin' murderin' murderers Bitch, come and meet your maker I'm scary like Michael Jackson
