it's you who put me there You keep me there Wait, wait, wait I'm not complaining I haven't lost anything I can't recover I want to throw our story high
And it's you who put me there You keep me there Wait, wait, wait I'm not complaining I haven't lost anything I can't recover I want to throw our story high
번역: 타냐 Donelly. 스토리 하이.
번역: 재즈 마인. 일반 고등학교 학생들은 스토리 러브.
back wit' it, wit' it, Motorcycle wit' it, wit' it whaaat! [Chorus: DJ paul] Yeah I'm ridin' high off the ground (off the ground) I'm ridin' so high
Angels we have heard on high, Singing sweetly through the night, And the mountains in reply Echoing their brave delight. Chorus Gloria in excelsis deo
up you just recoil and weep What do you want from me? I'm just a kid who got in too deep My walls are built up high forever bound to be steep I've got
, are we trying in our sleep? There's a rumor goin' 'round, 'bout the suits runnin' town If you look into the sky, them birds fly high, high, high Numbers
home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high
I do I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like And she'll never know your story like I do But
her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas We almost got whiplash, I took off so fast The sun roof was open , the music was high And this girl'
is only what you believe in Empty the shells if niggas give you the reason Never was the type to be stuck and duckin' and weavin' by the grievin' My story
I did a bitch, still puttin' my bidness (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Shit, it's hard to get one red cent (OH THAT'S CRAZY) And they charging us high ass rent (OH
long time just to get off and throw my hands up high and live my life and live my life just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high Silly
high Born the same time that you die You're pushing that draw like you're superfly This is just another story All your broken glories Say this is just another story
At the doors of Babylon, You are my Zion, Pacing Tiger, The keeper's cage, Invisible light shoots from your eyes, A sign I can see from my high rise,
music so I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod The moral to the story is, life's
to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories