Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin
I got a feelin' nigga rillin' and my money be the root Look up at da stars she like, honey where the roof? Pull up, hear the dogs, canaries dey go on
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover Whippin' work, hallelujah One nation under God Real niggas getting money from the fucking start I think I'm Big Meech
I think I'm Big Meech (uh) Larry Hoover, Whippin work, Hallelujah One nation, under God, real niggaz getting money from the fucking start I think I'm
in my black man ride Making white man money Supplying all the fiends yeah I guess you say I'm living out the black mans dream [repeated] [Rick Ross]
(chorus) I've Been Lonely I've Been Waiting For You I'm Pretending And Thats All I Can Do The Love I'm Sending Ain't Making It Through To Your Heart
Maybe the jukebox can heal up a heartache But I'd go into debt Maybe the whiskey can wipe out a memory But it only hurts my head Maybe some dancing will
It wasn't the books that I didn't read It wasn't the teachers that tried to teach me It wasn't that varsity baseball coach Kept on tellin' them locker
Cuando era niA?o de nochea?? El miedo se acercaba a mAa?? Sombras de monstruos pintaban la pareda?? Y yo sin dormira?? Sabia que estaba en su cuartoa
People come and go People change their minds People give there hearts And mean it at the time A shift in the wind No reason why And at the drop of a
Baby, I'm beginning to understand We've been stationary objects on a spinning planet Gettin' set in our ways, taking time for granted We best get gone
My friends think I'm crazy that I'm working too hard But they don't see these memories that haunt me in the dark Since you went and left me, since you
There's a long stretch of black top Underneath a cloudless sky There's my truck washed and gassed up Just itchin' for a ride If this had been 6 months
Hello heartache, I thought you'd be here Why don't you and loneliness go grab yourself a beer Misery loves company, that's why I knew he'd come We're
these ho's Rare bottoms by the barrel Pop the Giuseppe tags like it's American Apparel 20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me
Convict Up Front, yeah Convikt Muzik Ross, Triple C's If you ever cross that line I guarantee you there'll be nothin' to save ya I got a whole bunch
Ricky Ross, with something special right here Excuse the marijuana, just trying to drug myself We got some gangstas in the house too Come on I got a
Well, alright you squares it's time you smoked Fire up this funk and let's have a toke It'll make you dance and some of everything Everybody get high,