to lie, it tends to leave a mark Forget how to cry if you showed us the door (x2) Write what you know (x8?) Write what you know Keep that story funny
it strong Fall into a corner While you watch your favorite show Pray to god to see her Write what you know Write what you know Write what you know
Vertaling: Sterre. Skryf Wat Jy Ken.
Vertaling: Sterre. Skryf Wat jy weet - Sterre.
I'll spend the rest of my life, explaining what words cannot describe but I'll try, I love you this big I love you to the moon and back, I love you
mad, cause I'm always with they bitch Then you got niggaz that just don't like me You know, the, those P.H.D. niggaz But you know I pop a lot of shit
, your baby girl I know that I?m on my way Well, I can tell every time I play An' I know it?s worth all the dues I pay When I can write to you and say
I swear it feels like I'm dreaming, it's vividly defined, yeah So call me whatever you want Tie me to whatever you like But let's get one thing straight You know
yo, champagne wishes and thirty white bitches You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Fucking ridiculous You know this shit is fucking ridiculous Cars for the misses and furs for the mistress You know
you got on your mind together we can take the time and make it right 2. No matter what you're feeling no matter what you needif you believe in love
head up just be strong just be strong and all the little boys who can write you be strong keep your eyes Look at him he channelin like pop star change
What would you write if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on But you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python I meant
blue They powder blue, yo' shit's is hotter You hotter with them frames on Nigga, you James Bond and you stay low You know my style babe bro, yeah, make
be Older than you are, give yourself time to grow You thinking he can give you wealth, but so Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice You
, it is what it is You ain't payin' my bills, so you ain't sayin' nothin' Ain't keepin' it real then you need to stop frontin' You say you got this but
world (What, what, what, what, what, c'mon) World (Peace) World (Peace) World (Peace) World Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time
you and the sky I write For in these cold star night's moon, you my light If heaven had a height, you would be that tall Ghetto to coffee shop, through you
