all of these girls at my shows They loving me but I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you All the models to the floor right now All the
on but I hope you come with me Till we find eternity Doing all I can to make things better Everything I can to get things right Baby when you're with me
me Wishing we were cool to talk wanting you to see me Working out your numbers to call me, come and see But you aint real enough to see me, I?m making it clear babe. [-John Legend
the best memories [Hook] Be the best memories I hope that you remember me These will be the best memories Cause in the end all you really have is memories [John Legend
religious Six Hail Marys please, Father, forgive us Young, the archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggas The way y'all all follow Jigga Hov's a livin' legend
s wrong She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long So get your glass lift it up in the toast position We getting paper like John
gotta change it, yeah Just you and me Wake up all the doctors, Make the old people well They're the ones who suffer And who catch all the hell But
like Willie Mays My childhood was all of 40 nights and 40 days Trouble was my ball and chain, shorties would call me names Humble beginnings but a star
[John Legend] I wish I knew how, it would feel, to be free I wish I could break, all the chains, holding me And I wish I could say, all the things, that
the side of the road Yo Frost [Kid Frost] What up dawg? [SPM] Let me hit the pine o fine I done jumped in this game And now it's mine all mine
quarter up Makina?? all the bucks, banana clips I bought in Georgia bucks Kill all you fucks, easy I be on the golf cart, sleepy Ya??all beneath me Ya??all
or either the Lam B And after music meeting wit evenings with Angie It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me And we be in Miami so when they spot me
black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers, the shit had me dyin' Yo, big fat nigga bleedin' big cat nigga all
black and white pit with the pink lips Stan thought he was soft 'til he bit his fingers The shit had me dyin' yo, big fat nigga bleedin' Big cat nigga all
And they working on the tramp So get on me if you want So don't pin it on me I didn't call your home So don't blame it on me girl Cause you wanted to
up right now, 'Cuz if I was to go to sleep Catch me dreaming of a way to creep Trouble always seems to follow me, Oh don't follow me now, [Hook] Over
niggaz get very religious Six hail Mary's please father forgive us Young, the Archbishop, the Pope John Paul of y'all niggaz They way y'all all follow Jigga Hov's a livin' legend
long, but that's okay You call me Big Daddy anyway And make me feel good 'bout my medium wood She got her eyes closed, rockin me well Tryin hard to get