and we're all together So let's make this last forever Let's make this last forever Let's make this last forever Let's make this last forever Of all the stars
He cut his teeth on his daddy?s guitar He lived every line that he?s ever sung He made believers to all that said it couldn?t be done He worked on his
on When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck So you can back and shake it on the field and show them whats up [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187
in the trunk I don't know why they keep playin they better re-plan im giving them the blues Bobby "Blue" Bland (blues singer) together we stand and fall on y'all
nigga to gas up tha jet [Chorus: T.I.] I stay on my grind cause that come first If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt All that's on my mind
swear last time was the last time But now she say it's all past time And I feel like I see my flat line And I'm suppose to be a man and all But when
the girls in my class who were smart enough to pass Be at all my fucking parties, grabbing money off the ground [Verse 1 - Drake] Yeah, all hail Mister
bitches Switch another lane, nigga, flip it all the time Hundred on the watch, 20 years on my grind Blood is my line, uptown general Cash Money Stunnas
cops all crazy Rock star shit for my rock star ass Got a tub full of money that's a rock star bath Then I use more money to wipe my rock star ass Then
tolerance for that fake sh-t get shot playing, that's how we on it yeah its rap til we start spraying when you see the nozzle on that k you should start
Set your heart sail on the river (Hearing) Look around you as you drift downstream (Talking) Pouring souls into the ocean (Loving) Take account of all
give myself to you Ohh hold nothing back, face every fear together Makin' each other better, till we're all we have Gather me up like fresh shirts on a clothes line
Don't need another perfect line Don't care if critics ever jump in line I'm gonna give all my secrets away All my secrets away All my secrets away
're saying In the music of the parade We made our love on wasteland And through the barricades Born on different sides of life We feel the same And feel all
I tax 'em (Like who?) like Uncle Sam From the jungle fam' where niggas bundle gram From below you tumble get merked on the humble ANNNNDD the gat on the belt on
star of the show Hardworking Mr. Dynamite James Brown, Brown, Brown Yo, I don't mean to brag, there's the tag Brown got a brand new bag Shining star
in reverse And heard stormy mountains collide And I was there by the shore on the night When the stars all married the tide When the time arrives When we must form a line