Chris Brown - Final destination
Tekst :
feat Johnta Austin
Departure time 7:30
I m packed and ready to go,
1st class ticket outta here,
I think its time,
to put it back in gear,
no more standin by,
I m tryin to stay clear,
Turbulence got me nervous,
i should have never flown,
scared when you fly alone again,
you know the atmosphere wasn t perfect,
I m thinkin to myself was it worth it,
Layover s almost over,
I can see clearly ,
No more stormy weather,
Exit now,
don t pull on the lever, lever
this gone be my final destination
no more sittin round havin my time wasted
You say its now or never
i pick never we can be together
so come down
no more red eye late nights
no one way more connected flights
When
when we stared out knew this relationship was unhealthy
you broke the code
never thought that you would stoop so low
you got me flyin solo
now you cryin talkin bout you cant live without me yeah Inne utwory
Thrown Shorty like mine I needed you Run it (Remix) Down Help me Beautiful girl Picture perfect Now and later Kiss kiss Take you down Be with you Young love Gimmi that No air Wall to wall Losowe utwory
Souvent au plus petit souffle de vent
J entends des voix en haut des voiles et des haubans
Murmurer en fredonnant: ce bâteau que tu vois
Oui celui-là, il est à toi
Mais quand la mère fera ses falbalas
Devenue folle d écume et...
VERSE 1:
My home since knee high
We came up on the south side
Where you had to beat the street lights home
We got into some street fights
But the next day we be right back get it all
Wherever there was me, there was you
And we were...
It ain t no changing me, no matter what you claim to see
I can only aim to be, M-J-G
If thangs seem strange to me, they can t be the same with me
You know it s lame to be, somethin that you know is a...
(Vs.1)
Now I ve had my fouls with love
Going through things I never heard of
Breaking up and getting back together
Faced with all kinds of stormy weather
And there was a time
I thought I d lose my mind
But my friends and family...
Atop the mountain, where the river of steel flows
Black is the forest, white was the snow.
There as children, how could children know?
One without name or number soon would show.
There stood he, on his chariot made of gold
He did reveal...