Just a small town girl Livin' in a lonely world She took the midnight train goin' anywhere Just a city boy Born and raised in South Detroit He took the
Missin' Yearnin' Tossin' Turnin' Fiendin' For her STILL Waitin' Shakin' Hatin' Havin' Flashbacks Askin' Why me Blindly Walkin' Hopin' Prayin' That she
the curtains closed, and for the record kid, my final question is, how yo' b-tch gon' feel in that when you two pull up next to this? Ahhahaha MAYBACH MUSIC
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh This is mattress music Hey, yeah Oh, la, la, la, na, na, na Now I'mma give it to you, baby, just the way you like it, aye And I can
up until you can't go anymore, Mr. DJ look at what you made me do out on the floor That's what we say (Hey, Hey) We belong to the music We don't answer
and the fro's They left me dizzy Oh, won't you forgive me I no longer hear the music Well, I no longer hear the music I no longer hear the music When
Come on girls, do you believe in love? 'Cause I got something to say about it And it goes something like this [Chorus] Don't go for second best baby
[Drake Chrous] Wouldve came back for you , I just needed time, to do what I had to do caught in the life, I cant let it go whether thats right I will
Yo, what's up girl? Ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you but I
She take my money when I'm in need Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger way over town That digs on me (She give me money) Now
, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music, yeah Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, you are the music, yeah Are the music, yeah
like it was on me? This time I'm saved by the music Saved by the song we can sing This time I'm saved by the music Saved by the song that you bring
will never know But here goes nothing Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music All night Aston Martin music, music
(Muevelo) (Subelo) Tico era un Boricua de Manhattan Cantaba en el subway Con su beat box y su electric guitar Por las noches era DJ Se paraban en las
your darker side give in, to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night. You alone can make my song take flight. Help
Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout
Everybody wanna be fly til you swat 'em But who am I to talk? I aint shittin' roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I'm looking