best day of my life I see it coming (This is the best day of my life) This song is dedicated To everyone on the streets (This is the best day of my life
Sheen [T-Pain:] Teddy pain, teddy pain, bad man, bad man Mixed shots, boom boom boom boom boom bang Man we the best never the less, you know we get
love could be. But you know that's not to say that I know just what I want out of life it doesn't mean that I feel hopeful every day I'm alive But when
Ya?fll are doomed I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes Cause now I?fm in the Aston I went from having my
white floors, small rooms After sedatives they become ballrooms Crows fly by my window slow Headed that way but lookin' at me though Sedatives [8x] [Shaggy] I'm an accident, human malfunction at best
my side to be my wife The mother of my child So help me sing it Tuface Idibia Somebody say huhhuhh girl (huhhuhh girl) You are my African queen The girl of my
Venice where you can find me and mines -- Los Angeles Times Welcome to L.A. Where every other day I'm taking the hat off my head Givin respect to the
thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father but they gon' cus
go Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even
Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest What's wrong with the brakes in the LX? Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life stole
Pacquiao Ya'll are doomed I remember when T-Pain aint wanna work with me My car starts itself, parks itself and autotunes Cause now I'm in the Aston I went from having my
a girl's best friend is what they say, but believe me with the right allegience shorty you gone shine anyways. And everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary. The day
the stress get the best of me Trying to focus on the road that's ahead of me Till my brain gets clouded by the memory My memory, hey yeah Stressing me, stressing me my
Picture at the funeral No casket You bistards be missin' My jewels, my whip My rims we bitchin' My guns be the heat That'll make you blister My mens, my
prison My mind's controlled before I learned mind control What you call living life, I call dying slow I'm genetically predisposed The reaper the only thing that can ease my
up Like insomniacs This life can make a n-gga fold like a laundry mat I sip this cognac though to ease my brain from all this pain and so that I react slow