maybe kinder words. im begining to feel young again, but you dont know me and there are no excuses. im old enough to start my own shit, and there is
. I'm beginning to feel young again, but you don't know me and there are no excuses. I'm old enough to start my own shit, and there is no need to shovel
words. I'm beginning to feel young again, but you don't know me and there are no excuses. I'm old enough to start my own shit, and there is no need to
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia and I am the commissioner You don't want to
OUR WAY AND LEARNED THE HARD WAY IT?S ALL THAT THESE SCARS SAY AT LEAST WE DID IT OUR WAY DON?T EVER MAKE EXCUSES OR PUNCH THE CLOCK CAUSE THAT?S HOW SUCKERS ARE
you there when you're ready to go Just close your eyes, you're in for a ride I'm gon? take you there I?m gon? take you there, there, there It?s one of
, now, now Tell me, tell me What you are gonna break my heart Tell me, tell me What you are gonna break my heart You're a heartbreaker, breaker Tell me now What you are
-yeah Oh-oooooh Oh-yeah-yeah Oh-oooh-oh Oh-yeah-yeah Oh-oooh-oh Oh-yeah-yeah-yeah-oh-woah-woah-woooah [Nicki Minaj] Excuse me but who are you fixin'
music There is or there ever will be, disagree? Feel free, but from now on I'm refusing to ever give up The only thing I ever gave up is using. No more excuses. Excuse
but I was so afraid Of the death without pleasure, you are my greatest treasure Yeah, I had an idea of pleasure Until you excused me from your archetype
, grey suits, black ties And they seek votes and you're not to be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed, they don't sell dope Yo, excuse me, yes
When we touchdown There's no need to ask me, okay Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana Mississippi,
strong, no falling behind, theres more to england than london i see it, if you dont travel around you wont see it, Countrysides Towns and Cities, different people living life, the roads are
These are the days of the open hand They will not be the last Look around now These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of
[Drake] What you mean I ain't call you? I hit you when I landed I'm waiting in my hotel room seems like we are arguing more and it's getting less romantic
heard it But if we know better, then we probably deserve it Jihad is not a holy war, where's that in the worship? Murdering is not Islam, and you are not observant And you are
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat, call my shit
