Letras:
On Broken Wings My Life Your Movie

Drill in your face, wasted life What that means to me Sectioning your thoughts Could you show me sometime With all my words You could not paralyze This

t like it then peel off, bitch Every last woman on Earth I?ll kill off, and I still wouldn?t fuck you, slut So wipe the smile on your grill off, I swear

ooooh, o ooooh} [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account, My account can't count up all my money in an hour, 'Cause it

don't like it then peel off bitch every last woman on Earth I'll kill off and I still wouldn't f-ck you, slut so wipe the smile on your grill off I swear

in Fresno Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no So just get on the mic Just get on the mic Get get on the mic Get on the mic, Mike

Goddamn, speedin' got my heart racin? I don't have the nominations you could blame that on my occupation Ceasar salad, Ceasar's Palace You're not a boss little nigga 'cause your

} If you were wrong The brightest ring around the moon Will darken when I die {chorus} {repeat first verse} {repeat second verse} {chorus} {Only time will tell} You're on your own Inside your

real for 1998, and so on, [16:25.50]98.7 on your FM dial, baby, you're my heart. [16:28.95]You're my heart, you're my soul [16:32.45]I'll keep

o ooooh, o ooooh} [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account, My account can't count up all my money in an hour, 'Cause