your friend We could have a hell of a night, through the day She blamed it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol She had her hair did, it was bound to fall Down, down for a damn, Cudi already said it A
And We Can Have One Hell Of A Night Through The Day She Blamed It On The A-A-A-A-A-Alcohol She Had Her Hair Did, It Was Bound To Fall Down Down For A
Friend And We Can Have One Hell Of A Night Through The Day She Blamed It On The Al-A-A-Al-A-Alcohol She Had Her Hair Did, It Was Bound To Fall Down Down For A
5 dozen Yeah 6 grand for a minute's time Italian vogue style a n-gga for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and lets be fair The best things in music's being
(Marian Gold/Frank Mertens/Bernhard Lloyd) Let's dance in style let's dance for a while Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the
you, from you Does it hurt when ya smile? You're a kill joy, bad boy Sippin' all your blood to the world Just pretend for a while like music's gonna
It's all love Like no score in a tennis game For the son of Dennis James Owner of the city downtown on a friday Streaks by me like I took a picture in a
a park bench, thinking to myself Hey, isn't this easy? And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town I haven't seen it in a while since
sixteen, you don't have a rep yet" I said, "Mom, let's put these clothes back, please" She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show
on a train! YouknowhatI'msayin? Try that shit on a fuckin train What kind of shit, youknowhatI'msayin? Got a thousand niggaz write for him, let ME write for
a fifty pound bag of ooh for the mutts Five carats on my hands wit the cuts And swim in European figures Fuck bein' a broke nigga I want a all chromed
son? Oh you got a new gun, do you know how to use one? Then you livin an illusion, livin in a used one while I'm in the Limited, cruisin You ain't really
under your vest by the abdominal (yeah) Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars (uh huh) And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes (let's go) Excellence
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars And I kick a few flows so I can pimp a few hoes Excellence is my presence, never tense Never hesitant, leave a
it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness and y'all knew this when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girl
on the floor We keep the crunk hyper than any who use a mic We do the kinda music the pretty women gon' like A sweet smell you know with perfect nails and toes A
over her let me talk to you For a minute, yeah, I wanna tell you something) Girl you need to be in magazines Wit a crown on your head 'Cause you's a
I meet a nigga who fronting It's alright 'cause you getting money and everybody want it Smoke a big sliff Get myself for a blunted Fall on the floor
