and stab And Make these motherfuckers understand Look coach you pitchin' at me under hand But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya men designing women I am
star I make a big rock and roll hit I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore I am, I am, I am so yours I am a big car and I'm a strip bar You call
a ring on Alicia hand This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan And my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza man In person, I am everything and
up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.
move snowflakes by the O Z I guess even back then you can call me C.E.O. of the ROC, Hov' Fresh out the fryin' pan into the fire I be the, music biz
New Orleans My rims so clean they spinnin like a world-wind Pull up at the club bitches textin they girlfriends They know who i is they know who i am
your face in the morning light I hope you're always gonna be around The times I struggle to understand why The ancient proverbs like, "Who am I? Why am
seats; Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say; 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... [Trey Songz - Chorus
Hy, hy, hy, hy, hyperventilating See your smile's, got me high And I'm begging to be part of your sky I will fly, seven four seven, twenty-four seven What am
I'll make a big rock and roll hit I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore I am, I am, I am so yours I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar Call it
close to me now What am I supposed to do? Back from Polaris to Paris to Northern Lights Real life is what you make it So let's make something fly Get
a hungry nuisance Its money over bitches that i am going to keep provin' Its weezy f i got ya momma cruisin' out of all the hot boyz she say i am the
JOHN:"Can you really fly?" PETER:"I'll teach you." PETER and CHILDREN: I'm flying (Flying, flying, flying) Look at me way up high, Suddenly here am
' on that man, who that be? Timbaland, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride We don't care though, nigga we just three fly
She caught the bus at 5:06 That's in the AM for all you little trust-fund kids. And it's a 45 minute trip If she aint in by 6, she'll catch another pink
a soothe sayer major Cater to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin
I wonder if's she's there 'cause she took every cent of mine Paid it all to the pan am line Though she's gone, I hope she's fine Fly love of mine
