try again Oh, sometimes it's better to give in, oh, oh I lie wide awake at night Sometimes it's better to give in You've got to learn to try again
got to learn to try again sometimes it's better to give in you've got to learn to try again you've got to learn to try again (Thanks to The Higher
Prevod: Višje. Try Again.
we have to do it again, right All the girls in the club, know wassup She said she undercover though And this is what she want She's got me higher in
Memphis Tennessee is how it goes down.. [P. Diddy] (Uh-huh, yeah yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's try
you high on music, on music Come enjoy the fride Don't you wanna move? Don't this make you wanna groove? Let the feelin' get to you And let us get you high
this shit get deep You know I'm smokin' the best, I ain't got to brag The young fly nigga with tha Georgia swag, yeah The seats swede so is the pipe And try
day It seemed so far away, hey Da, dada, dadadada It's so funny how quick things can change Don't wanna make the same mistakes, hey Over and over again
like a tourist Let's stay high on a negative wave And paint it black Just like the good times Don't treat me like a tourist Let's stay high They break
had become vile to its creator And through many dreadful nights I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of And waiting for some high times to come again
Yeah, shit's going down again These motherfuckers want me back in, fuck Word up, our niggas is strapped, ready for war (Try to get the ski mask) Word
on, spill it, man She was a swinger Talkin 'bout high post She was the most Knew she was fine, dope, fly She didn't have to try She brought a eye on
Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High
to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks You try
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
