?re on your way into my heart If you don?t start slowing down I saw it coming from the start but I wondered You?re on your way now And I could not believe
?re on your way into my heart If you don?t start slowing down I saw it coming from the start But I wondered You?re on your way now. And I could not
Übersetzung: WIR SHOT THE MOON. On Your Way.
you?re on your way into my heart If you don?t start slowing down I saw it coming from the start But I wondered You?re on your way now. And I could not
up in the van Don't matter - they in front the law we gon' blast We creepin', sweepin' to catch these niggas slippin' Every hood we think they be in we
faces on shirts, You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass, Fifty shots, out each clip we blast, Full of that trash, out the St. T, We mash on the gas,
, cuz either way pays me A little rough with a hardcore... theme Couldn't rough something rougher in your... dreams Mad rugged so you know we're gonna
pistol like Kane did Charlie, It's T.O.N.Y.Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my rocks lookin like,
I got in behind the wheel. Well, we drove that car all night into San Anton' And we slept near the Alamo, your skin was so tender and soft. Way down
this way And the moon?s laying low in the sky Forcing everything metal to shine And the sidewalk holds diamonds like the jewelry store case They argue walk this way
you I shot my spacegun And boy, I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars The winding stream Moon shining down On some
And you mad cuz you played ya self, it's your fault, trick [Chorus] [Ne-Yo] Shot through the heart, the girl caught me Shot through the block, with him shot
m dippin' with that Uh, down-shiftin' on 'em like I got gears on me (Run!) Besides that, I got about 5 years on me (Run!) Scared to death, runnin' like
we? We the shit We the shit We the shit Cross your arms We the shit We the shit We the shit What are we? We the shit We the shit We the shit That's right
the dirt for us to climb on beats attackin your ears for us to ryme on Our time with a bag of purp 3 5 dimes puttin shags to work We on both sides of