feet ! You feel the music takes you higher Till you have reached the sky You feel the music takes you higher Till you have reached the sky And if you
ultimate I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips! I said, "Mom, what are you doing, you're ruining my rep" She said, "You're only sixteen, you
When you hanging on my arm you expect the same And, extasy when you sex the Kain I, only link with the wealthiest And only cop jewels if it drop celcius Now, you can run but you
tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right Don't make a ass outta yourself by assumin My music keeps you movin, what are you provin? You
are you For we take off make sure that your seated Billboard read it believe it Make this money, take this money Ain't no way you can take this from
I'm a cocky prick but you cocks are slick Poppin shit on how you flipped ya life around, crock-of-shit Who you dicks try to kid, flipped dick, you did the opposite You
Pissin on your beons, for decades and eons You squad has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you
Girls on the strap and you know that You know the guys will stop wildin' if you stop that crap But you can't, you want money so bad You'll jock anything
life becomes when you're doing you Welcome to Hollywood, don't let this town ruin you And if you pillow talking with the women that are screwin' you Just
where you go, you are what you are player And you can try to change but that's just as hot player Man, you was who you was 'fore you got here Only God
K Tax money, ya dig me? Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money I thank God for the meal you prepared for me Take care my fam' and my little
is a dance floor You get what you're given It's all how you use it You take what you get and you get what you give I say don't run from yourself, man
step you take and everybody knows you for every single word you say and you know that it is true no one knows you better than you do Verse 2 One look
takes you higher, takes you higher Dancing on the sidewalk letting go jumping on a fast train nice and slow surfing on a backbeat no control takes you
I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high, higher . . . until I?m
you Kick the old school joint For the true funk soldiers Musicology Wish I had a Dollar For everytime you say Don't you miss the feeling Music gave you
then I'm just a dreamer I'm convinced of it The hypnosis of our minds can take us far away It's so easy now You see someone up there high And heaven's
