't know, just where I'm going on this long And winding road, that's taking me to what will be my home So stare and see that this is me, and I will be
't know, just where I'm going on this long and winding road that's taking me to what will be my home. So stare and see that this is me, and I will be
Oversettelse: The Rocket Summer. Dette er meg.
wild with us Tell mommy I'm sorry This life is a party Remember you was a kid, reminisce days of the innocence Now it's Chiddy Bang, Google me the images Follow me, follow me
me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give me
in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthafucka Don't make me start talking quarter keys in this
This aint for one night I'm shinin all week bro I'm sippin cleeko and rockin yellow diamonds So many rocks up in the watch I cant tell what the time is
zeroes Nobody rocking like this 60 years old The hard johns and the walleys something caught me I'm telling you what Wu-Tang taught me The young youth
, come on everyone The party's just begun Are you feelin' this? Put your hands up if you feelin' this! I'm feelin' it girl! Ha ha! Are you feelin' this
scream I'll be on top and you could tell me all that you fiend Don't worry about your man, girl he a lame Rockstar world let me bless your fame Cause you frame is
off, if it get too hot Up in this spot, we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh, nigga what you say? We get loose in this
dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die, this'll be the day that I die Helter skelter in a summer
what it is will break you? I don't know, which way the wind will blow Who's to know when the time has come around? Don't want to see you cry I know that this is
wealth i'll stop, well put i like this It's like me selling some dope because my girlfriend wants to shop Wrong reason, whatever the season, hey winter, spring, summer
And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on the radio And this is what
, holla at goddamn baby Kay Slay, they don't want me out here They don't want you out here, dog This is motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City
