' over it (Fuckin' over it) It's mad for says machines, (We don't need this) I'll be the message on your screen.(Fuckin' Over it) What it reads, stands
Fuckin' over it (Fuckin' over it) It's mad for says machines, (We don't need this) I'll be the message on your screen.(Fuckin' Over it) What it reads
room by heart I have never dreamed it Have you ever dreamed a night like this I cannot believe it I may never see a night like this
tryin Don't mind dyin And when I do I'm dyin slangin that iron I like 'em sexy and fine, I toss 'em, that's how it go I ain't flossin but you gon' listenin
make you a movie star For years I've seen 'em come and go He says, "I've had 'em all, you know" I handled everything in my own way I made 'em what they
town, get down or kick rocks Cause the European championship 'bout to start I got francs on the French, players on the bench KTM men, only throw out when I'm bent I
: Detroit, L.A.,Boston, San Francisco, first time over the ocean on a plane a billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK, so much there to see inside
miss you even more Pain without you, is so much to handle I placed you to the stars, I burried you in to my soul I wont forget, I will never forget Be
Even now I keep discouraged Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage I refuse to be a role model I set goals, take control, drink
deny it, I'm a straight ridah Police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah / Got the police bustin at me I won't deny it, I'm a straight
OOOOH! [G:] Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it. [2:] Ooh, you did. [G:] Ooh, I did. [2:] Shit! [G:] Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came
mackin shit Time will tell if it's made well Well I raise hell and excel cause it pays well Jordan couldn't dunk it any harder, pump it any farther I
. Notorious B.I.G.) When I get dusted, I like to spread the blood like mustard Trust it, my hardcore rain leaves you rusted Move over Lucifer, I'm more
dead or half alive When I see your faith in me And how heavy your leanin' on this skinny boy Over employed, tryin' to help you do your job I wanna find
fuck it, let's all do one {*all sniffing*} I can't feel my face I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside [Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)] (