to blame Things have changed for me and that's okay I feel the same, I'm on my way and I say Things have changed for me and that's okay I want to go
Translation: Panic! At The Disco. That Green Gentleman.
Translation: Panic! At The Disco. That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed).
blame Things have changed for me, and that's okay I feel the same, I'm on my way, and I say Things have changed for me, and that's okay… I want
their foresights wrong Where this rapper going with that obscure ice on he a lame I'm just tryna get my mature life on O D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that
all that you have You will find it flooding right back Someday Hearts will be chosen Somehow, someday Hearts will be chosen O'er the green mountains and o'er the green
the same ol' que step I had my money on my mind I was thinkin green She a pledge, AKA she was pink and green I wanna good girl, she want a gentleman We
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop Can I get a Soul Clap? Can I get a Soul Clap? I'm the gentleman to hold the door I'm the gangsta that's
the mix of some glittery shit A.T. him and Mase makin' mils wit' it I ain't mad but that shit wasn't me Had to get up off that jewelry and crystal, couldn't talk that
*** that's wonderful And the great thing about it is, if you disagree you're money's refundable But there's always something rewarding about every Cee-Lo Green
t be caught, I can't be bought They call me the anti-core, anti-talk Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of hugs That come from a fake thug That show
t be caught, I can't be bought They call me the anti-core, anti-talk Anti, when it comes to gettin the kind of hugs That come from a fake thug That
saw dogs who are under me, I over man, call me Doverman Cause I'm a Pincer of pennies that's pretty, then you see green from all money I spend (what
why the temple had to shatter To the sound of silence surrounded by the mass Her face is on the paper not the strangers that i pass The ones that looking
dropped that cock named Noble at Sunoco I'm better than rice and beans when I rock you ocho to ocho Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style
lead, I got a foursome To keep the competition inline you gotta scorch 'em Fire engine red and that drop head Haters drop dead when I'm in that bob sled
hottie first I score, he took the charge ooooh, that sh-t gotta hurt [Pusha T - Chorus] [Pusha T] Nevermind me, 'Ye have fun if the cops ask, thats my gun that