I'll fly with you And I'll fly with you (I'll fly with you) I still believe in your eyes I just don't care what you've done in your life Baby, I'll always be here by your side Don't leave me waiting too long, please come by I, I, I, I still believe in

Eu volto até com sinal de fumaça Eu vou amando e levando porrada É muito amor, mas é pouca vergonha na cara Queria ter poder de decisão De vez em quando dizer não Mas essa vontade de você 'Tá no controle da situação Eu 'to blefando sem saber jogar

I got new rules, I count 'em I gotta tell them to myself One, don't pick up the phone You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone Two, don't let him in You'll have to kick him out again Three, don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all So dog, just know, for real I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes On everything Hey, say pimp, This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,

Mostra para minha boca Os seus lugares favoritos Me dê mais tempo para conhecer os seus caminhos Seus segredos escondidos Vão se revelar comigo Você tem a força do imã e eu sou o metal Você dançando altera meu emocional

I fix my attention on this ball Spinning round inside of me, deep inside Revolving conscious planet On an axis around this star By the light And the black holes in the vault of heaven Make me wonder, wonder why How matter can disappear Are there doors in

She told me to And showed me what to do We've got to make it rain somehow How Maggie makes it in her cloud I said hey now She knows how to make it loud But not for long girl It's in the song girl

Love's a bitch, baby Love's a bitch, yes it's crazy Love's a bitch, yeah it's crazy Loves got me by the ass again I've been in love since I don't know when I keep a-runnin' and I don't know why Love's givin' me a crock of lies Out of breath and I'm out

Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse! back on the scene Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep

We gonna burn all afternoon like it's something to smoke So baby I don't know about you but I'm ready to roll We got some laid back country tunes on the radio We gotta whole lot of nothing to do and no where to go Girl I've been at work all week Fingers