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[Intro: Coldplay sample] Trying hard to speak and Fighting with my weak hand Driven to distraction So part of the plan When something is broken And you try to fix it Trying to repair it Any way you can [Verse 1: Black Cobain] I'm in another lane, H-O-V When my niggas hit the town all drinks on me Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate I see Carry on on the flight, nigga c'est la vie 30, 000 feet, iPod on 3-K Love below concentrate on me We ain't doing Armani, this is Hermes fly Shoutout to the Ques, might do bowties Hearing Nikki Giovanni on a late summer night These mistakes are a fact of life, get it right Build my empire from the roots, Questlove We need more shots waitress, you wanted uhh Now my words slurred, I need to roof 'em in You in the basement, I'm on the roof again That's another level, you are so Geppetto Letras de cancionesI'm acting brand new, let me check my schedule [Hook: Coldplay Sample (Black Cobain ad-libs)] Trying hard to speak and (I'm busy now) Fighting with my weak hand (I'm busy now) Driven to distraction So part of the plan (I'm busy now) When something is broken And you try to fix it Trying to repair it Any way you can [Verse 2: Black Cobain] Fuck your top ten, I ain't on that list? You still countin' sheep, y'all ain't on my dick? Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit You ever paid attention in there? Me either This is Takeover meets Ether Bonita Applebum meet a freak like Adina Patron Black, uh, Patron Jones Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone Yeah, and I'm so VA Need a track from Pusha T, somebody tell Kanye I am slightly offended, slightly demented Tryin' to get it cracking in a Civic She say she want a diamond, Lisa Raye welcome to the Player's Club She can make a pimp fall in love Body holy water blessed, I'm feeling the stress Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less [Hook] [Verse 3: Wale] I've been busy The weed in me is real sticky Automatically getting bitches, I'm stick-shifting 4 AM in this mothafucka' we still sippin' How your bitch forget about her rings real pimpin' Part of me real pimpin' lot of em' still sippin' Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her I hate bitches where lace fronts that chase moolah I love women where ambition that makes Buddha Good reefer make a nigga wanna stay booed up And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight And when the sun up I'm like shit you look better in tights I'm in your head like mnemonic device Folarin never walk in Prada and talk of a price GQ told me I'm not the talkative type I just open up easier when I talk through a mic I can talk through a nun, I can talk through dyke I'm no longer a saint, Jeremy Shockey for life Shout out my nigga Reggie Bush that just gets you the highs Y'all can keep all the trophies get at Kim and I'm fine Dump that bitch in the sly Nigga livin the life Why I'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive Landover, Landover, yeah nigga 2-5 Can't land little roller, I be keeping the fly People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside Wanna see me devoured wanna see me without Cause they see me spending chicken eating chicken at Chao's Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels I'm the shit boy YBG 50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen Fuck swag, nigga I got ambition This beat is St.Nicholas, Young, Black, Gifted Ralph [Hook] From Letras Mania