Letras:
Lonely Kings What You Want

of taste You can't have what you want, what you want You don't want what you have, so free it Look towards the future Pour champagne Shatter the crystal clear message You

when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe We got reservations in heaven, you

And Rims. Pimpin' Tell Them What I Tought You Girl. Purse First Ass Later Pimpin' [Verse 1:] I em simply what you call a P.I.M.P you could never go broke

a musket and a Roman spear To all of the men who have stood with no fear In the service of the King Before you met your fate be sure you Did not forsake

drums People couldn't believe what I'd become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king

lonely places The kind who comes to poker pockets stuffed with kings and aces She's the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining Just to make you

: Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment Would you capture it or just let it slip? His palms are

, That you notice that's sorta unique, Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep, And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat, You can't sit still,

let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn't believe what I've become Revolutionaries wait For my blonde head on a silver plate Just a GaGa on a lonely string Oh who would ever want