were all born to loveNot afraid to die for

one day I'll be goneThe world'll keep turningI hope

wherever you areAre you dancin' on the dance floor

oh, oh, oh, ohWhoa, oh, oh, oh, oh (rah)Whoa, oh,

all written in the bottom of my backseatBuried underneath

know I haven't been my sunny self these daysBut

day I'm grindin'I don't even get a weekendI been

years on my mind, I felt it all the

was looking lost, it was cold outsideThe whiskey rock's

quick fix, midnight dramaShould’ve make your fat head spinToo

to yourself, you're a hot messSt-t-stutter through your words,

started that summer when all of the walls kept

Nathaniel the back of the car, on the way

Gucci Mane & your daddy, oh who, who's your

like what I like, the bizarre type, lowlifeTell me something

up in the mornin' feelin' like P. DiddyGrab my

up in the morning feelin' like P. Diddy (Hey,

let me low your mindWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohWhoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohBaby, let me low your mind

Сука я выживаю ща в ебаном кишиневеТут все хачи как будто

x 1: up in the morning feelin'