Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck
Превод: Тама. Гивин 'Горе.
Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Givin' up, givin' up, givin' a fuck Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Givin' up, givin' up
left to shine. There's no wrong, where's there's no right, So enough. I'm givin' you up My minds made up, I'm givin' you up [x3]
Yeah, we up now, yeah Yeah, we up now, c'mon We up now, yeah Yeah, we up now, c'mon Yeah, we up now Yo, now nobody party like we party You wouldn't know
got my head on right, so now I see No more givin' you everything There's no more takin' my love from me [Chorus] [Ashanti] I'm glad to wake up every
ve got no reason to lie to you. She never felt like you do. If not me, there'd be somebody else in my shoes. [yeah] I'm not the reason why you broke up
lifts your veil And be the moon that moves your tide The sun coming up in your eyes Be the wheels that never rust And be the spark that lights you up
move they lips Just a buncha gibberish And muthafuckas act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me You muthafuckas would stop comin' up to me Wit your hands out lookin' up
you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em And leave 'em naggin' for the sake of come up, yeah Takin' ends and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up
the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons Nigga roll up the buddah, smoke it all up nigga Don't stiff on the reefer, mo runnin' up outta
them the po-po back up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on 6-5 That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now Little nigga playin' wid
] [Thin C] Emergin from the cig' butt, showin up, comin up Barbecues by the pool, the neighbors can't believe it's you Livin how you will, house up on
, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock Pop, pop givin' up
suckin bitches You're hoes who's givin up the pussy for the riches But a nigga like me don't pay shit To put it blunt to you, homey don't play bitch So open up
The hairs on your neck...stand up Can you feel it? Danger Tell me can you feel it? Kid Cudi Yea, gettin' busy, homie gettin' busy x2 Now, gettin' busy
"We Fly High (Remix)" I wear a mean dark pair a shades, (You know we can't have one a nuthin') So we had to double up, (You can't see my eyes unless
' From amidst the darkness set sail with the softness Breeze travelin' across the seas arisen from within Mt. Zion Wind comin' in, pickin' up momentum
