: No matter what you just been through, this gotta be right. You gotta approach people, you gotta be on the up and up, everything's gotta be all good
A bottle of red, a bottle of white It all depends on your appetite I'll meet you any time you want In our Italian Restaurant. Things are okay with me these days
fly high, I'm blazing, I'm blazing, feels like I'm blazing Feels like I'm [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] How could it me, little me Had the power to be the best
and my music gets her through the day She likes what I say (What I say) The way I say it (Yeah) Reminds her of back in the days, that's when it replays
forever and he'd told him to go "I'll protect you all don't worry I'll be father to you all I'll save two of every animal, no matter how small But I'll
: Ya took me from a place Where the race didn't matter And gathered up bodies Without a choice So I rather Pass my opinion/back Run ya over With
: chorus: Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git somethin Don't let the days of your life pass by You need to git up, git out and git somethin Don
life runs like clock work, and my heart tick days away. So here?s to the callas that comes with time. May it slowly stop the pain. A round white face with matte
a prison, this life is a curse This planet's rotation is simply the worst Days they drag by, a life all too lost I must escape no matter what cost...
Couldn't pass this chance no matter what Shared a rock then went to her place Substances and adrenalin made his heart race So unreal floating on a white
best intentions Hopelessly scenting funeral song It doesn't matter, it's on now Burning my pain of solitude I've travelled over the long distance Far beyond the wounds of dark days