reach for the sky Gotta get on the road Gotta long way to go Gotta get on home Gotta get on the road Gotta long way to go Gotta get on home So nothin
Übersetzung: Great White. Get On Home.
his grandfather sweatshirt, clockin' all them cardigans Product of popped rubbers and pops that did not love us So when I leave home keep my heart on
Tastes great!' (Less fillin'!) 'Tastes great!' (Less fillin'!) 'Tastes great!' (Less fillin'!) 'Tastes great!' (Less fillin'!) 'Tastes great!' (Less fillin'!) 'Tastes great
the great white north, home of the funniest actors (O Canada!) The butt of the joke with an abundance of laughter The red and white flag, keep it high
a couple autographs Back in the car and that's it, headed home Then I noticed Martin Finch on the road, talkin on his phone Standin outside of this club
my city it's on [Drake:] Yeah, wrong way down the one way, Women don't get saved round me even on a sunday, Damn where I get it from, these niggas always
faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me what kinda
that snow white that Timbaland can't even get him in the studio he's so gone off that coke, right and it's so sad, cause he's dope, right America's next great white
ass But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime
my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you
been stripped, I have just been vicked So I must then get off the bus then split Man fuck this shit yo, I'm goin the fuck home World on my shoulders as
em where da fuck I'm comin from I get the party crackin from the shit that I be spittin son Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got
names Daryl Ride off in the sunset Stark in the barrel My boots on my horse named White Boy John Rock the side of that bitch great mexican song Ass hanging
got a bust for you Some major niggaz from New York, slinging rocks over here, majorly) Where they at? Get that gun, where them matches at, come on! [
Daddy-O home, we need the shotties nidow When we get back, throw you a bit out Later that night, stay mesmerized yo Go get the green 5, meet you on the
and weaves where they grew bamboo Olympic minds quick flash like a leak on A hundred shares short to own Nissan, watch em get they feast on Royal blue
took me time to get my hands on you Will take me twice as much to get over you Again and again you say This could be our last great day Eightynine
