fry They try to get me high I felt the pressure but I never did They used to call me dude Put drugs in my food, Took my squirt gun And made it a bong,
I'm gonna make my money (money) No matter what they say to me, I'm gonna make my money And anyone who don't believe, best stay away from me Been on a
Take it off of my shoulders I don?t need your heavy load Take it off of my shoulders Devil get out of my soul Away from my soul Wake up angel, I am calling
I may say that I don't care, hold my head up in the air Even tell my friends I'm glad that you don't call But when the day is through, my heartaches start
people equal to who Yeah what you supply? I know when I know when I drop dip That was in beetle's but a snake try to spill a score On my pride I'm in
' like I don't be givin that doe." That thing that you need That thing that you know If we was at sea I would not be a boat Cause I would go deep Yes
a hit or jus a good song that they never ever spin and then that depends on tha genre that your in if your a rock artist or a hip hop man thats where
B] Well, I'm a make a lot of money (Make a lot of money) And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this (Quit this) Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I'm a quit this
means am i livin in vain, but I, sit in the rain, im adicted to pain yeah, it feels good when it enters my veins, and evertime i wakeup its a similair
, I know you see those big tears come from my eyes From the bottom of my heart, baby, you know I can cry You know, my mother told me when I was a little
, I get by with a little help from my friends Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends Yes, I get by with a
try to teach when you don?t understand No one will follow you if you don?t live it each day through And a frightened child won?t hold a trembling hand
better Get ya shit out my spot bitch this ain't a love letter [Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a
cloud on the hill May your heart's doors be open Forever and ever, may your glass, it be filled Like a wheel to the river A mother's moon and songs Dreams
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet Took a penny from my pocket In his tin cup I did drop it I
my friends. On sleepless roads the sleepless go. May angels lead you in. And if you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time. A song for a
you think you need no one to guide you But you're still a long way from home Yes, you're still a long way from home You've come a long way You're self
sweetheart Hello, hello again, my friends I hope that we will meet again Ling a ling a ling ling a ling a ling Oh ling a ling a ling ding dong I love