my side we'll spend all our days passing those lonely nights you you are my high ohhhhhh you you are my high ooh baby you you are my high till
Fordítás: Következő. You Are My High.
you you by my side we'll spend all our days passing those lonely nights you you are my high ohhhhhh you you are my high ooh baby you you are my high till
in my eyes? You think it's for you? You think you read minds? You better watch where you're putting those hands, You better stop if you're making more
With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried. Either you high or sippin' that shit Wayne on I get top dollar for whateva my name on Go
butterflies That keep you feeling so alive, so alive You gotta get back that high You'll never know What you're gonna get What you don't expect will come and find you If you
New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you
ultimate I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips! I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep" She said, "You're only sixteen, you
died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin high, gettin head on the beach Chillin, sittin on about half a million With all my niggaz, all my guns, all my women Next
door Bentley Coupe Without my nigga on the passenger side? And still, I try to get money, stay fly Finish the race, holdin' my crown high I fly next to God, my
Made 'em pick my dude, out the line up Baby, what the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? What the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? You see money you call Very few are
' the hoes My hair had grew long on my seven year stay And when I got it done on my shoulders it lay Hard from the joint but fly to my heart I didn't
try it I love ladies Ladies are you with me? Yeah I love Ladies Ladies are you with me? Yeah That sounds nice You know we love you Ice I'm a junkie
interstate crook, my pistol's my rhyme book Any show that I'm on is a show that's took Better watch my left hook or your jaw will get shook If my posse
shit you're taught Then throw words at you Syllable at a time Your brain recites the rhyme No matter what you do the power's over you When you sleep you
Girls on the strap and you know that You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap But you can't, you want money so bad You'll jock anything
can do it up and buy out the mall. But I'm gone. I'm on the next bus, next club, next slut, next fuck fucking the next one, next up Legs up. How many
