Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend
I let you down, you saw me fall you laugh at mister know it all it's all you ask and all you are you wake me up, you call me down you wake me up, you
say 'Cause they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby Yeah, and that's just how we do it And I'ma let this ride B.o.B and Bruno Mars
[Chester Bennington] Together we made it We made it even though we had our backs up against the wall [Busta Rhymes:] See you survived the worst but
the streets because somewhere, someone is having a dance-off somewhere, someone is celebrating and it's five o clock, five o five o clock somewhere
baby Not not not nothing on you babe Not not nothing on you Yeah and that's just how we do it And I'ma let this ride B O B and Bruno Mars
I might say hey But you shouldn't worry, about what they say Because they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby [Verse 1- B.o.B] I know you
When I met you, I was just a kid Hadn?t built up my defenses So I gave my heart completely, Vaseline over the lenses Memories don?t go away, I remember
When I met you I was just a kid Hadn?t built up my defenses So I gave my heart completely Vaseline over the lenses Memories don?t go away I remember
Rag top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O
Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Here we go I'm movin' off death row You gotta
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
of the urban experience and struggle But to make things more plain and simple to the laymen I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler,
Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
drama, but then drama's my middle name That's the price ya pay for big fame The cellular phone rings dont' wanna pick it up But it's my J O B, I gotta
Midnight chillin' at A.M-P.M Coolin', drinkin' apple juice in Evil's BM The sound's up loud to attract attention Armored tires on a lowered suspension
It's been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don
