Stuck on the wall, the note that you left I wait and stop for the moment Your reckless heart, you know you got it Into the past, I try to sort it Sort
Stuck on the wall, the note that you left I wait and stall for the moment Your reckless heart, you know you got it Into the past, I try to sort it Out
Prevod: Stars. Window Bird.
transformer, like Imma transformer, Smoke grey enzo looking like a shadow, 550 Benzo you ain't on my level. Shawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottle, Magazine star
get in trouble that just mean you f**king up It's a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, muthaf**k huddle up [Lil Wayne] I'm not a star
trouble that just mean you fucking up It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up I'm not a star, somebody
my mind I still need a place to go, All my changes were there. Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise, Big birds flying across
baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] And I'm a start
the brightest star in the sky I can see Your kiss, I, I'm so thankful And the love that you give is so delightful, yeah yeah And the birds in the tree
leg and I'm trying not to beg Taking turns bakin' worms with the bacon and eggs Well they got me in a bird cage flappin' my jaw Like a pretzel in the stars
which remain in the distance So much on my mind that I can't recline Blastin holes in the night til she bled sunshine Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars
C) Now we chillin, now we just leanin, and we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene, just got some drank from that boy with that bird, and you know we
nutsack, the chinks are buying Shit bags is like gift bags, you get it for free If you master fronting, classic cutting You keep stunting, them gem star
head lights I scored a hundred birds and they flew the same night Them laws keep a-watchin' so we shinin' so bright Got the tags on the windows and them
a star (Star) Well I'm a supa-dupa star in a supa-dupa car Got nine DVD's I'm watching the Entourage Nextel, Cellular (Hello) Windows tinted I payed
two more inches call them 'twity birds' And it ant nothin like lettin' a junky clean and wash your car Break them off a fat dime and watch it shine like a star
carry inside Then the morning roars Lapping up the winds From the tainted table That was serving time It's silver spoon that was breathing stars Images flown Like the birds
