You're on top of the world You're on top of the world And you can't get any higher You're on top of the world You're on top of the world tonight It wasn
Tercüme: Cheap Trick. Dünya On Top Of.
You're on top of the world On top of the world and you can't Get any higher-you're on top of the world You're on top of the world tonight It wasn't easy
get lost because you know you're soft I was sitting on the corner just a wasting my time When i realised i was the king of the rhyme I got on the microphone
in reversal world The ipod, no God, zero circle world The blow-a turtle world, smoke from the purple world The killer murder world, hamburger murder world
with riches Cream dreaming mother fucker on a mash for bitches (Bitch) Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way (Westside) Don't like tricking
(where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends, (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends
t stand that sap [Amos Hart] And i believed that cheap little tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with my butt
Copper Left the game on a high note, flow opera Pusha still got them Keys I can unlock ya See that watch on the sleeve? Call it show stoppa N**** ball around the world
club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer So don't hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone You say you an independent woman, then stand on
just stand in the fog Of your inability to Google? Isn?t this enough? Just this world? Just this beautiful, complex Wonderfully unfathomable, NATURAL world
in the club on and throw a couple dollars on a Dancer So don't hastle me, just leave me alone, quit callin my phone You say you an independent woman, then stand on
Left the game on a high note, flow opera Pusha still got them KIs I can unlock ya See that watch on the sleeve? Call it show stoppa Nigga ball around the world
homes going for the two point conversion I'm so hood that Ludacris should have been on the original version But this is the remix With the cheap tricks
trick ass bitch'll wish He never met me So be warned my scorn is what you saw there Be down or be gone Let's get it on there Turn of the century Age
my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where
