too much soul for you I don't like it but it's true Uh, I got too much soul for you, yeah [Verse 3: Chiddy] Fake it til you make it What happens when you
you chase the pussy it?s a sin but if it falls in your lap it?s a blessing soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing French, to be exact, that Balmain
no fuckin' bucket to piss in know all you cowards goin' miss in, heres a bitch name glock you blockin' me, to be kissin' (I said it) it's like a midnight
pro man, somethin' you don't know man *** I'm movin' bricks, long way from a 4 man Used to be tha droe man, nawl I'on smoke man Tryna see it big in
At this luna dance, riptide I was thinking of Van Gogh's last painting The wheatfields and the crows Is that perhaps what you've been feeling When you see the ground as you
I'll give you a call But you know, it's only heartbreak soup for me And I know you think I'm living free But you know, it's just a heartbreak soup for
intro) They say we killin' 'em all, all, all, all (Drake verse 1) Hip hop's newest and youngest acquisition, If this was you, I wonder what you'd do
It was cheap at half the price Took a shovel where a spoon would suffice Now I can't see you Now I can't see you Regimental in my way Detrimental at
away And I don't even say a thing When she plays the radio so loud you cannot think Because I know it's true, I know it's true That I was made for her
m right, or close anyways For she's a gem upon this earth I know to me she will return Oh I know it's true, I know it's true That I was made for her,
Citizenship, we got pain Lose your grip on the citizenship You're cast, you're cast away On the citizenship you got memories Citizenship you got pain Citizenship you
the tracks, Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that, You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
those who do not." Me. The Chosen One? They chose me, and I didn't graduate from fuckin' high school. You'd better... You'd better... You'd better... You
I'm losing you When it feels like I'm losing you When it feels like I'm losing you Then it feels like I'm losing you So do you do what you do for
you die all protestants, catholics, and orthodox jews you dumb scientologists and guys who bend spoons well buddhists, err... sort of and atheist's too all you wackjob believers nobody's immune you
your scream when you cant make a sound Its all you see with the tears rolling down Its what you think Its what you fear But you know you will find Know
number one, no matter if you like it Here take it sit down and write it I - am - number one Hey hey hey hey... What does it take to be number one Two
12, can you handle my stamina? You won't believe the things I say when you walk by My game cool but when it's on but it's hot when I talk high Now ought