Tekster:
Fucked Up Running On Nothing

please submit, the notion that I no longer believe in this shit? Lay me on the consummation bed, a fatal blow driven to the maidenhead. We're running on nothing, on

naked With them motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on Who thought you how to put some motherfucking Jimmy Choo's on? Yeezy taught me Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother

re listening now They say they ain't heard nothing like this in a while That's why they play my song on so many different dials Because I got more fucking

On that hen dog straight, got a nigga drinking brown You, you, 7/11, nigga you know You know 10 to 4, shake 'em up, talk shit, get my drink and let 'em go Even when I'm on

as well not even have a mouth Columbus, Georgia, said they'd lock me up If I got on the stage in my show and said 'Fuck' So I thought for a minute and

, what you did for me is way more But I ain't giving up faith, and you ain't giving up on me Get up Dre, I'm dying, I need you, come back for fuck's sake

this what she tells me She said I keep on running, keep on running and nothing works I can't get away from you No, I keep on ducking, keep on ducking you, nothing

alone Jay Sean pass the patron We shining hard up in this mother fuck So hit the lights lights lights So hit the lights lights lights Baby hold it And let me holla on

(Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise