Текстове на песни:
Far Cut Out

. To my Mother, to my friends, I'm all right. Am I all right? It's mine, all mine. Tu-ra lu-ra Cut-out, you're a doll. You're cut out to fit right in

high and go low Now girl won't you drop that thing down to the floor I'm here for one night, how far would you go? I wanna see you work out for me, work out

wall in the VIP The age don't mean a thing I ain't G Ali I bring them out with no ID Them boys they bring them out like I'm T.I.P. (Chorus) Come

me? My father was wrong They say, I'm wrong, so they say So they say Ha ha, come on It's like this right here To all my niggas, check this out It's

far away But no matter the job or crime He never lost his hardcore obsession to rhyme New York's hip hop movement broke loose DJ's cut records, raps

But don't let me fall, don't let me fall 'Cause I'm gliding up there oh, so very high That if the, clouds were to drop me then I'd fall out the sky I

Then I need y'all to help me, bring him back to stage Say Hova, c'mon say it, Hova, Hova, are y'all out there? ( Hova, Hova) Are y'all out there? C'

'll cock and shoot or cut your throat gucci mane fuck up the sound dead drunk like my uncle touch my brother dood n i'll cock and shoot or cut your throat

You pass us in the night A future gazing out A past to overwrite So come down Far below We've been waiting to collect the things you know Come down Far