Don't cut out my paper heart, I ain't dyin' anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze `ole' leadbelly
Ever rent a heart ever rent a heart free walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk ever rent a heart ever rent a heart free walk walk walk walk walk
Last name ever First name greatest Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots
be quiet There he go again smelling like I wanna buy it Shawty think Im fresh I make em wet like fire hydrant I be on that fly go from passenger to pilot
your March just disappear? You hear it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left
Don't cut out my paper heart I ain't dying anyway Take a look at eye full towers Never trust them dirty liars Sippin' lemon yellow booze Ol' leadbelly
mayne Last name ever, first name greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy, I ain't nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know g4 pilots
time (hey) If your with me let me hear you say, c'mon My my, my my, (dah dah dah dah dah) If you're with me let me hear you say My my, my my, (dah dah
throw stones while we living in this glass house It's been a minute so they ask where the fire went My kitchen clean, but I still got the Pilot lit Made
here wildin They Don't want won't beef, better run to police. Better yet man you better keep quiet. iguana seats inside it, I'm flying on auto pilot Deep
NY Times obituary There's no record no tape no book no movie Some photographs and some memories Sometime I dial your photo number by mistake and this is what I hear
new york times obituary There's no record, no tape, no book, no movie Some photographs and memories Sometimes I dial your phone number by mistake And this is what I hear
you hear me oh, can you hear me This is why we do it this is worth the pain This is why we bow down and get back up again This is where the heart lies
the swimming pool when I am done I am the captain of an oil tanker That travels through your veins When the satellites hang all around And I can finally hear
yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is headed Man, I'm glad that beef is debated I jolt the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six To hear
man Last name, Ever, first name, Greatest Like a sprained ankle, boy ain't nothin' to play with It started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots
lot it?s cost me a lot [J Cole - Verse 1] Just one of them days a n-gga feel like flossin? a Stone Cold Stunna, victim Steve Austin cool as Drew Breeze, I?m blowing a few G?s just to hear
got to live my own life too To make it worth my while When I step out in the evening I can?t tell you when I?ll return I?m the pilot of my destiny It