've learned more about you, Experience, is the education, where the notation is the scars So let's get this over with, what's done is done Don't tell
Tradução: Say No More. Lo hecho, hecho está.
I've learned more about you, Experience, is the education, where the notation is the scars So let's get this over with, what's done is done Don't tell
more, don't let me down. what is off, what is on. what is left, what is gone. i'm gonna give it all for you baby, you can consider it done. [verse 2]
Chorus] Make a lot of money And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I'm gonna quit this crazy scene It's funny Cause this is what
a lot of money And I'm-and I'm gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I'm gonna quit this crazy scene It's funny Cause this is what I waited
of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house's zenith Yes, the fence intimidates, it's
be wasted they got nothing on you baby nothing on you baby they might say hi and i might say hey but you shouldn't worry about what they say cos they
right I just came up in the game cuz you needed more light, so by the time youre done there wont be no more mic And people ask me bob what kinda language is
You race of cowards, you race of imbosiles, you race of good for nothings If you cannot do what other men have done What other nations have done, what other races have done
every day Almost like it's done for pay But who to know and who's to say? Posted in the corner store Two missing children, maybe more Their age, their
feeling pushed, from left to right Is this the way it's meant to be? Is my destiny crawling on my knees? Now who is right? And who is wrong? Who is
morn' You smell like you been drinking the vibe from you is strong I said baby that's cologne She said nigga that's patron If you wanna keep with them bad habits that's
be flowin' it... Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it. [HOOK] [VERSE 3: (FABOLOUS)] Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is
for ten minutes man It's tough plan, plan that's what the camma does And Jam's son it's the new King, done with the cameras You pop lip like you got
e-mail All that cops can suggest is that he sell How I'm gon' push it unless it's a v-12 From S's to CL's, I request is (?) In the head rests his t.v'
shows up What ya'll know bout head til a chicks jaw swoll up Goin' gold minutes after the gates on stores go up You know who done it now, Few hundred
be lookin' down at these freaks in amazement With a girl, The first thing I peep a notice Is how full her lips is and deep her throat is So you ain't