alone out here on my own We're always provingwho we arealways reaching for that rising star to guide me farand shine me home out here on my own WHEN
Перевод: Слава. On My Own.
Перевод: Out Here On My Own. Слава Саундтрек Робби.
sincerely, I apologize if all that I sound like, is I'm complaining, But life keeps on complicating, an' I'm debating, On leaving this world, this evening, even my
the jail cell. (One time for my niggas locked up.) One time for my niggas doin life in hell. One time for my niggas on Death Row. (For my niggas on Death
things I do my own thing (x2) I’m no superstar I’m just like you are (x2) Can’t understand, all this fame Doesn’t mean much to me Joy in my
shiver (shiver) Microphone killer, finga on the trigga , ramp to rah digga [rah digga] Digga Gotta stay focused can’t lose the drive Help my moms and my
it on the floor Cali put it on the floor ("Love Don't Cost A Thing") Miami put it on the floor Miami put it on the floor Atlanta put it on the floor
, you see I’m livin on my own -my life is based on the same place and the same zone -thugs call me the don, but never feel my calm -at the same time you
york, Word life. you know I can kick it. At my show on the down low, you’re sellin’ wolf-tickets. Ha ha, the trigger I’m tryin’ to tell ya. Now my nigga
we've got the same possibilities It's all about taking your own responsibility I took mine so I deserve what I got I've got my name on the wall of fame
my world, all the way to my kingdom come I'm the god of my own bible, I'm the Jesus of my own cross I'm the savior of my own people and I'm my own creator
really don't know but you better scram hurry in a double. Chorus: It goes on and on and on hell rasing hollywood welcome to babylon It goes on and on and on
Chronicle My life, I realise I'm responsible for obstacles In front of me, my own self to blame But I worked hard to receive the wealth and fame It's
slay punks who don't know their own identity You spit my name and use it like an obscenity You got more skulls in your closet than a Kennedy You on my
you in the ringing when it's on then it's on [Chorus x2] Dog nigga what? On till it's up Where's my dog? Uh,uh there's my dog.[Repeat 1x]
fly things. I want a stack of fat chips, so I can go on long trips. I want to sail the bahamas on my own cruise ships. I want acres of land. I want papers
'm right Whether it's on the streets, or online tryna climb sites I ain't blind from the limelite, I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when