I'm wakin' up in the morning Hustlin' to the stage and fuckin' performin' Bustlin' through the hate and bustin' the door in Lately nothing misses, I must
[Verse 1] Ii??m performin' tonight you know that shit gon' be packed Pay me in advance and make sure that iti??s exact My ex girli??ll probably show up
Stand on your feet for another go 'round Sight the shakin', now we're gonna go down In the mean time gettin' ready, gettin' ready to roll I'm the dealer
I don't wanna talk About the things we've gone through Though it's hurting me Now it's history I've played all my cards And that's what you've done too
[Justin Timberlake:] I'm wakin, up in the morning Hustling to the stage and fuckin performin' Bustlin' through the hate and bustin' the door in Lately
I don't wanna talk about the things We've gone through Though it's hurting me now it's history I've played all my cards and that's what You've done too
If you could read my mind you wouldn't be so blind Can't you see that I'm in love with you My lips would make no sound my head just spins around My tongue
I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner in bed I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner, I'ma winner I'ma winner in bed When I get
I watch with open eyes Till it's time to take it all the way Hey, every day the game is ours to play Oh, tell me why there are no alibis 'Cause winner
Baby, look here at me Have you ever seen me this way? I've been fumblin' for words Through the tears and the hurt and the pain I'm gonna lay it all out
There is only one winner There is only one prize Whoever gets your heart is the winner There is only one winner I'm at war with a man that I still haven
Never could believe the things you do to me Never could believe the way you are Every day I bless the day that you got through to me 'Cos baby I believe
Never could believe the things you do to me, Never could believe the way you are. Every day I bless the day that you got through to me, 'Cause baby, I
Ya no quiero hablar de lo que vivimos Aunque duela hoy eso ya paso Todo lo aposte tu hiciste lo mismo No hay mas que decir este es el fin Solo hay un
Yo, it is an honor To introduce the future of R&B His name is Chris Brown And uh, you know what this is Yeah, another beatjack to it Round 1, I hear
Scratch card glory or waist low pleasure? Black eyes nose bleeds don?t look back now My white abode do you remember? My white abode do you remember? But
Blood from a stone, water from wine Born under an ill-placed sign A stroke of bad luck, wrong place, wrong time This flyer is out of the line The story
