occhi tuoi E ai sentimenti miei Non te l?ho detto mai Ma ho paura sai Non te l?ho detto mai Essere o non essere e un coltissimo equivoco Poi cogito
Agli occhi tuoi E ai sentimenti miei Non te l?ho detto mai Ma ho paura sai Non te l?ho detto mai Essere o non essere e un coltissimo equivoco Poi
[Verse 1 - Drake] Who else really try'na fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro Flying Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I want
Uh, life on the rocks, too hard to swallow So we get high 'till it feel like the sky low Ya'll boys just a bunch of pussy cats milo Money is the song,
Sound like my mic is right I-I am not a human, shout to all my moon men Yeah, they call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in It's a crazy world so I stay
Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired
[Verse 1] I am not a human being Uhh, p-ssy for lunch pop all the balloons and spit in the punch, yeah, kush in the blunts I ride through your block see
Shawty badder than a three year old Keep playin' and I'ma eat her like a pita roll I'm just sayin' with my love I could feed her soul Two day getaway
Skinny ass pants, fresh pair of vans If you niggas keep trippin', nigga share an ambulance Throw up blood with my hands, my gang poppin' niggas Smoke
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne
Going back to the corner where I first saw you Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
I am not a human being [Verse 1:] Re, Re, Reporting from anotha world Look up in the sky and see me courting wit a cova girl She know that is fly after
[Verse 1 - Lil Twist] Yeah, uh So sick with the flow Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist Been a pro way before Romo, no T.O. No Wittin, Cowboys to
Yeah, she got that good good She Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her For her attractive ass She got that good, good She Michael Jackson bad I'm
Ok I'm leaning to the left flag in my right pockets star track fly, unidentified flying objects extraterrestrial I?m all about my decimels retarded in
I gotta stop and think how we met I wanna stop and feel your mouth, kiss your lips 'Cuz this feels so good still There's just too much of you I couldn
friend, I ain't far in the danger Clip full of wings, turn you boys into angels Shoot ya in your halo, shoot you like halo New Orleans A-hole, Flee-o
