I can't break through your world 'Cause you live in shades of cool Your heart is unbreakable And when he calls He calls for me, not for you And I can't do nothing about his strange weather My baby lives in shades of blue Blue eyes and jazz and attitude

Fame, doin' it for the fame The fame, fame Cause we wanna live the life Of the rich and famous Cause we gotta taste for champagne And endless fortune All we care about is Fame, fame baby We live for the fame, fame baby

When you believe in things that you don't understand Then you suffer Very superstitious, writing on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

When I bleed, I bleed out When I cry, I cry loud When I love When you leave I bleed out. Can’t live out this way I just gotta say hey Baby we’re nothing else to say Look me in my place I can’t live out this way You put it in my heart

Ain't living long like this Can't live at all like this,can I baby? They got'em all in the jailhouse baby I look for trouble and I found it son Straight down the barrel of a lawman's gun I tried to run but I don't think I can You make one move and you're

Baby, please don't go For be a dog Down to New Orleans You know I love you so Well, your mind done gone To git you way down here I make you walk the log Baby, your mind done gone Left the county farm

Baby wish me well (wish me well) It's all a dream just like a wishing well (well) A livin' hell, I'm Hellboy, I live in hell Baby, wish me well To give em' hell, and you know that I live in hell (hell) I wuv Trippie Redd Aye, it was always a, a fucking

To love somebody You don't know what it's like, baby You don't know what it's like The way I love you If I ain't got you, ain't got? There's a light A certain kind of light That never shone on me I want my life to be lived with you

Just like driving on an open highway Never knowing what we're gonna find Just like two kids, baby, always trying to live it up What we got is Whoa, yeah, that's our kind of love That's right, oh that's right Oh, that's our kind of love You wear your

Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go Talk about that Word of Mouf baby Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E. what you want now now now now You see I live a life filled with chicken and malt liquor And women that are