Two winters gone in a blur of sleepless nights Day in, day out, I worked through the same old plight By then I'd stopped looking for my way out Somehow
unfine 'Cuz everything you do makes you look like a fool [Chorus] I'm just so lucky to be walking on a wire, I'm up so high that I can barely feel your
me properly If you speak garbage, then we no capiche DC chillin', PG chillin', floor to the ceilin' Stuntin' in my billionaire Gear on my millionaire friends That's money on
my bar with your high heels on Sit back down on the couch Were we made love the first time And you said to me (There's Somethin'), Somethin', somethin' about this place
I sit so high up on a throne I wonder how I can feel this low On top of the world it's beautiful But there's no place to fall For the record ay, I give
if you with me put your hands high (Put your hands high) If you ever lost a life before, this one's for you (And if you with me put your hands high)
large fries. She kicked her shoes off onto the floor She said, "Drive faster speed turns me on" She put her hand on my knee, I put my foot on the gas
a Ruger, dipped in a Lex like Luger Heard shots from a steel bruiser Teflon in the seat took a pale stress Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my
a place that they exist together there has to be a place better than this in heaven so right before i pass dear god what iam askin remember this face save me a place
to get the package, got there it was gone Hold on say word, you got to be jokin' Don't worry about it dun, I'm on the next thing smokin' Hit Bristal up on
Shipwreck in a sea of faces There's a dreamy world up there Dear friends in higher places Carry me away from here Travel light, let the sun eclipse you
See, the more I think about it I'm going against the grain I won't be born again Salvation's coming from up high Coming at you baby, through the sky From up high
Got to keep on talkin', got to keep on movin' Got to keep on groovin', got to keep on talkin' Keep on, keep on movin' Everybody's talking about high
kid I respected my fans and made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes at night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen and place it on
the money and who the fuck to do Four blocks away my aim's clean Night scope on a silence carbine Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye Squeeze the trigger
