has to end And if you need to find a way back Feel you?re on the wrong track Give it time You?ll learn to fly Tomorrow is a new day And you will find
story has to end If you need to find a way back feel you're on the wrong track give it time you'll learn to fly Tomorrow is a new day and you will
Tradução: A1. Learn To Fly.
here in the moonlight No offense my dear I hope you know Tonight I write to you... And that is a question A conversation Did I mention A foul intention
I'ma just settle, fly back to them Cayman Isle resorts You better sign a pre-nup You catch me instead of 'it wasn't me' I'm gonna say 'where you get a
't a state it's a army [Verse 2:] Jumped in my impala took a trip to the swap meet To scoop up ego trippin and a white t Cause some niggas in my old
door cause I had a few Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin you Probally not, I got a angel who won't say a curse A rap bitch thats always
ridin through Fifth Ward Lookin for the Rap-A-Lot office Tryna kick a flow and hopin Rap-A-Lot offers me a deal Had to keep it trill so I can bust Like
a G-4 n*gga? [Juice:] Juice blowin up like C-4 N*gga [Game:] Ya want a war n*gga Its me and 4 n*gga?s Ya such a pi-po with the .44 n*gga Look out ya
leather And maybe you can learn somethings And you can have it yur way like burger king Baby we could fly high in a g5 N ya lips yea dey sweeter den a
hit your town Catching Feelings [Verse 2: Napolean] Yeah, Napolean. Picture me sipping on 1-5-1 Drunk then a motherfucker Dropping my gun Or as high as a
son done became a man. Watchin time fly. I love my people do or die. But I wonder why we scared to let each other fly. June 1-6 7-1 The day mama pushed
'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape Cause they all broke. and why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly, some
E.D.I.] You'se a B-writer a 'Pac style taker I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothin' but a faker Softer than Alize with a chaser 'bout to get murdered
ruger on my lap, rubber grip on the handle Stunt I'll have ya homies burn a rest in peace candle As wise men speak, I listen and learn A man dies, a baby
like a rollercoaster, up and down quick Cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay Everyday [VERSE 1: Eightball
back to the block, now he's gone [Lay] Now I got a little money in my pocket, about a couple G's [Lay] It's been a long time since I got it from the streets
