nichts ist fur immer (4x) Egal was ich geschafft, egal was ich gemacht hab nichts ist fur immer, nichts ist fur immer. Und selbst die schonste Rose
der fame fame fame fame Kay One: Geldbundel hier, geldbundel da mir geht es blendend die welt kusst mein arsch Moet Rose ihr duft Cloe, halt mir die
thy self, teach what we been through On with the knowledge of the place, then No one will ever oppress this race again No Malcolm X in my history text
was) a single projectile charged with all the power of the universe. An incandescent column of smoke and flame As bright as the thousand suns rose in
ecrits se levent a l'heure ou ceux qui touchent des primes se taisent fuck ceux qui meprisent le 13 j'dedie ce texte a la ville a part, cite marginale
for one love [Verse Three] Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack mind's in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts written in school text
auch ist (Fluch oder ???) Es ist mir schei? egal wer Schuld ist, ob du oder ich, denn du warst fur mich meine Blume, mein Licht. Die Rose verwelkt und
team ? maseratti ? l.a. ? so fancy who is that cause i don?t know him brand new money i can show them 64 with the 3 wheel motion cash on there yeah he brought no rose
downs, buh for now it's smoke divas in my loft Champagne with bitchs with foreign names Ma homie hit me on da text, he ain't want nothin buh to tell
? l.a., CK, so fancy who is that cause i don't know him brand new money i can show them 64 with the 3 wheel motion cash on there yeah he brought no rose
home Baby I know that you like me, you my future wifey Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah You can be my Bonnie, I can be your Clyde You could be my wife, text
hear you say Aah (Aah, Aah, Aah, Aah) Say Aah (Aah, Aah, Aah, Aah) [Verse 1:] Pocket full of money (money) Club goin jump Til I rock inside the doorway (doorway) Bottles of the rose
lonely always tryin to set a pit fall Quick to spread rumors and drops dimes like you're Chris Paul Here I have a message, hard to hearin, I'll just text
want it? Posters on the wall, you'd think that I'm wanted Jessie James style, living without laws A rebel without cause, and models without flaws Sound good? Probably is Texted
I can be cured? Doctor can you heal me? I hear you're the best [Robin Thicke:] Oh, hello... I'm glad you can make it Can I offer you a, cocktail? Some roses
One love, one love, one love, one love Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack Mind's in another world thinkin' How can we exist through the facts? Written in school text
