[Dj Khaled] Ayo Game, what they do boy It's DJ Khaled I got my Black and Red Jordan Retro 6?s on I'm all about gettin' money I love glorifying my hard
My section in the club, Remy, Rose When your maw ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go "bow!" Everybody pop a bottle, make that
[Chorus - T.I.] My section in the club, Remy, Rose when you're all ready say go, okay everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop everybody pop a bottle
Mmmm... uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh oh Uh uh uh oh How can I find a way to tell you this; the things you seem to do all over me? Read a dictionary; understand
I saw my brother He did me wrong He put a gun up to my face My money's gone I said, "Please don't be that way I'm just trying to make it through the
Empty, empty bottles Lying side by side Used up empty bottles Remembering long lost wine Keep our empty bottles
You know it when it's over Doors are closing feel the sober staring at you You know you better take one last good look One more round and it's bottles
Kick back watch it crumble See the drowning, watch the fall I feel just terrible about it That's sarcasm, let it burn Gonna make a toast when it falls
I will never feel the ribbon break I will never taste sweet victory I don't want to leave the rest behind I don't want inscription on a plaque Never
Daylight saved, daylight saved To spite the dark In spite of the darkness There I'll crave, there I'll crave To get to the heart In spite of the darkness
I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that it showed You were just a painted face On a trip down suicide road The stage was set, the lights went
Everybody wants some type of success in life Like every woman wants to one day be a wife Your success is measured, but to a degree 'Cuz all the money
Bottle up and explode over and over Keep the troublemaker below Put it away, check out for the day In for a round of over-exposure The thing mother nature
A brightness falling through the air Into the long grass where we lie The lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch The plane takes forever crossing the sky
A brightness falling through the air Into the grass where we lie A lark spirals upwards in perfect pitch Soaring into exquisite tension [chorus] In the
Late in the summer when the cottonwood dies The fields are on fire with green bottleflies And I'm still seeing reflections of me in your eyes And, why
We came out west together with a common desire The fever we had migtha set the West Coast on fire Two months later got trouble in mind Oh my baby moved