can't you see, you're just the next best thing to me here i go, honestly, you're just the next best thing to me i'm packing up my things and moving on
, can't you see, you're just the next best thing to me here i go, honestly, you're just the next best thing to me i'm packing up my things and moving
Перевод: All Time Low. Лучший друг.
spending all you got Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You can have it your way, how do you want it You gon' back that thing
clothes No need to front like you're still with me All your homies know Even your very best friend Tried to warn me on the low It took me some time But
is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There won't be no next time I apologize, even though
Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all
best of all time Busta Bust for short, for some better know me Bust' Rhymes (What's good?) Maintainin (same here, just smashin) (How the fam?) They all
my fault Look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist At the dry wall Next time There will be no next time I apologize Even though I
tell the truth, we changed things Bringin' somethin' new that's everlasting, I'ma keep it real It's next to nothin', doin' the same thing 'cause less
times (I have cried so many times) I can't regret time spent with you (I can't regret time spent with you) So I have vowed to make it through (After all
spend on shit that ain't valuable Fucked all night, woke up the next mornin' Told her, I'm a pimp but the bitch kept on Wantin' me to do somethin' for the time
ridin' Passed by while these niggaz wonder why I got shot and didnt die let em see whos next to try Did I cry hell nah nigga tear shed for all my homies
computers A spread the message wrote to you where, when I show illusions If all y'all niggas is killas then how ya write ya records? How'd you find the time
