quelque chose on m'appelle le soldat rose on m'appelle le soldat, le soldat rose J' me nevrose, m'ankylose me sclerose, quelle psychose tout n'est pas vraiment rose
soldat rose on m'appelle le soldat, le soldat rose J' me nevrose, m'ankylose me sclerose, quelle psychose tout n'est pas vraiment rose dans la vie d'un soldat, soldat
I've got no friends I'm my own queen But I'm living on, living on the the radio That's my dream Stone river eyes And a lonely heart If I'm living on the
-notes nigga sold it to me so hot call him heatstroke poured all the powder on the table make a ski slope you looking at me young rich porter and some raybans bitch I'm
, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa I'm servin' these bitches daily I'm a black nigga
s prom night and guess who's the Prom King they having a kissing fight and I'm Don King everybody know I'm coming soon like LeBron's ring I'm Big L, Notorious
what I'm sendin' fools I goes through all shit, to lick a ball bitch To law shit, and then I'm off wit the Lootchie My game is ready to be sold I got
Old dirt road Knee deep snow Watching the fire as we grow old Old dirt road Rambling rose Watching the fire as we grow, well, I'm sold
Here it come, that heavy love I'm never gonna move it alone I was dressed in white, touched by something pure Death obsessed like a teenager Sold my
we going in, the same thing tomorrow and we gon leave em talkin bout YESTERDAY! (VERSE 2 - RAY J) Ere sunday I'm at church with my daddy Ere saturday I'm
wolf dog moon One sweet breath and she'll take you mister to the upper room I was burned by the angels, sold wings of lead Then I fell in the roses
don't know him But you say you want some more Kendrick I'm bout to show 'em Everything that's out this human being I'm still growing I'm a premature
do a suit with a fitted on some draft day shit Aand maybe I'm too busy to hear what the talent blind say In the club buying roses like its valentines
bottle of whipped cream and i got real high and things got real slow and i started talking like this what's going on? i don't know and then i sold my
we sum thug sailors You drinkin' old gold, rockin that old gold We in rose gold, at the Rose Bowl Send you a bowl of roses, we dun sold souls Slow toes
I don't know if I'll ever see heaven Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners I'm
time? and I try to figure out where I'd fallen off the tracks well I sold my soul to the devil and then I stole it back I'm a dope fiend, I'm a liar,
