Torn by the words I should tell her I feel she's slipping away I can't deny all the feelings inside And I hope she feels the same way Cause I won't let
past And try to make the moment last I wish I would have told you I just wanna hold you tonight (tonight) x2 The living room they start to talk The memories
I've been livin', I've been locked inside a fantasy I've been beggin' for a single moment I need to tell you I've been thinkin' of you endlessly And won
In this life torn apart I've been looking for the answers I wish i was at home If i could end this all today If i could only find away Say you'll keep
me Top down, I push it to the floor Street signs and the center lines spinning Burning hot, I feel like I'm ready to roll Takin' off like a jet plane
Ridin' high on an angel's wings And the devil sings inside my head (ohh-oh ohh-oh) All alone on a Friday night With an empty bottle by my side (ohh
Oversættelse: Jet Black Stare. Klar til at rulle.
To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of course It purred like a jet
and stare Livin' my life is just so hard to do Makin' deals a million one or two Buyin' new cars for my entire crew Matching Ferrari's, E's black, mine
I Talking] Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes
bottle, Magazine star datin' nothing but the models, Money piling up you would think I won the Lotto, Cash rule everything around me that's my motto, All black
it's upset ? dick in the world and n*gga I aint ? yet! You f**k with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
and nigga, and I ain't cum yet You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet The guns are drawn
sides Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides I make five which is why y'all hate I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes We wildin' out
[Chorus] What happens when you get involved? N-ggas start telling lies (start telling lies) Both wanna be involved But loves like suicide Now that your
down open up shop shit Got 'em goin' crazy, wonderin' when they could cop shit First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit Star-bound, money now, for jet-black
3) Now u heard of my black star I don't love a nigga like swear in jet squal Big Jagga got earl in this black bar Black furchinchilla perved on da
, then drag us out It's all about niggas that doubt our reputation Start'n conflict and don't know what they facing Want twist us all in there black
