I'm wakin' up in the morning Hustlin' to the stage and fuckin' performin' Bustlin' through the hate and bustin' the door in Lately nothing misses, I must
[Verse 1] Ii??m performin' tonight you know that shit gon' be packed Pay me in advance and make sure that iti??s exact My ex girli??ll probably show up
Stand on your feet for another go 'round Sight the shakin', now we're gonna go down In the mean time gettin' ready, gettin' ready to roll I'm the dealer
Cha, cha, cha Cha, cha, cha Cha, cha, cha When you're feelin' that you're movin' up Always someone tries to make you stop When you're filling, fillin
[Justin Timberlake:] I'm wakin, up in the morning Hustling to the stage and fuckin performin' Bustlin' through the hate and bustin' the door in Lately
The lyric is recorded like this: Fuck the front door fuck the back fuck the good girls with the knack fuck the guverment until they fuck you back
Ahhh, man look Check it out I step into the place like so Feelin' real calm cool collected and composed She lookin' like "Nigga, whatcha here fo'?" I'
If you could read my mind you wouldn't be so blind Can't you see that I'm in love with you My lips would make no sound my head just spins around My tongue
I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner in bed I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner in bed When I get
Daddy lost the moon rock Only thing that we owned Only way to get out of poverty Born in a small room Then we lost everything Swallowed up in apathy
Baby, look here at me Have you ever seen me this way? I've been fumblin' for words Through the tears and the hurt and the pain I'm gonna lay it all out
There is only one winner There is only one prize Whoever gets your heart is the winner There is only one winner I'm at war with a man that I still haven
Never could believe the things you do to me Never could believe the way you are Every day I bless the day that you got through to me 'Cos baby I believe
Never could believe the things you do to me, Never could believe the way you are. Every day I bless the day that you got through to me, 'Cause baby, I
On our way to death On our way to death I thought of you As you were falling through I thought of you As you were falling through Angels suffering
Ya no quiero hablar de lo que vivimos Aunque duela hoy eso ya paso Todo lo aposte tu hiciste lo mismo No hay mas que decir este es el fin Solo hay un
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Once I had fame, oh, I was full of pride There were a lot of friends, always by my side But my fame, oh, it died And my friends began to hide Everybody