wanna be, I just wanna be successful I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful Yeah, I want things to go my way But as of late, a lot of shit been
, to Justin my son, run the water For the shower, trust fund scholarship sure to give him power Baby momma call, she pick him up, in about an hour Now
in an alloy safe and stash the weed in an altoids case they say good things come to those who wait so I'm gon be at least an hour late I'm so fresh I
not quite kidd'n and theres something you aint seeing like I block your vision like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop hundred k in 22 hours
was fucked up man, it was real fucked up Don't worry - We know who did it What're you talkin about man? The shit just happened like 3 hours ago Yeah
Woke up late today and I still feel the sting of the pain But I brushed my teeth anyway I got dressed through the mess and put a smile on my face I got
I can't cope with this Smokin' cigarettes at night, no You're the one to help me quit Smokin' cigarettes at night In the midnight hour, late in the midnight hour
Woke up to the sound of my alarm Half an hour late Fell out of bed, I put my t-shirt on It's got an orange stain I lost my keys, I lost my head I wish
my own Open the door, it's cold, all alone Been standing here for seven hours Black out, there is no power I can't find my way It's okay you're usually late
, c'mon, uh Keep the change my nigga, it's too late for that Keep the change my nigga, it's too late for that Keep the change my nigga, it's too late
world ends tonight Have a drink with me and let's make tonight go down In history, in history, yeah Let's play make believe it's the last 24 hours And
With what our hearts dictate And only fools Who dare ignore The empty hours That lie in store For those who strive To keep alive Too little love too late
Money in the building lets go the World ends tonight have a drink with me And lets make tonight go down In history.. in history yeahh lets make believe Its the last 24 hours
to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
the solid mental grace Achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour And assessing
Wa going to write a song at a time When my life and my moods were in order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that
in the end there's nothing left for you If hurt is missing your baby I've done too much of it lately 'Cause, every minute's like an hour, every hour
's too late to change your mind 'Cause I'm never changing mine And I just gotta say it's gotta be you until the end of time And I hope it's too late