Correction Paroles Will Starting Truth par G-Eazy

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So, here we go, here we go
Are you ready? Am I ready?
Are they ready? Are we ready?
I don't mind, I don't mind
What I don't mind?
I know the beat to
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat

I know will starting truth!
Please God, my love it, your love it
Stupid and crazy in the some
I know will starting truth!
Please God, my love it, your love it
Stupid and crazy in the some, I know
Do not close your eyes if God
I toss and turn here and there, everything around me
The lantern that shines right by the window
A glimpse of the moon in the mirror
Behind the wall of love in the mirror
I screwed up to toss Hello Kitty
Three o'clock in the morning
Three o'clock, yeah
Take the last quarter bucks
Winding away on a f**k
The whore waves at the side
Target f**k the mysterious
Those who want a mouth
In the same deeds you are
Like untrained defeat, rats canal
They have it in their genre that
Like heroin in addicts in their sh*t
You b*t*h not find priceless beauties
Undoubtedly, without a bazaar, only shmars
What we sh*t on night channels?
Driving through club, restaurant
People simply resemble figures
Barbitura commerce, drunk in the board in the skin
The rich who motherf**ker
I'm going straight, strangely empty streets
The rich who motherf**ker, like, like
Do not close your eyes if God, in the dungeons of the temple?
Artificial really like scarred? Others are in vicious?
Like P-I-G the C-U-T
Looking for a piece of Chris
Yeah, okay
Dreaming of a hundred grams
Yeah, let's get down
In their homes and soft sofas
Martini in faceted glasses
Foreign cars, bubble baths?
But everyone on your own
I cannot close my glass eyes
I won't sleep for high and low
Oh my God, stay true?
I'm going straight, strangely empty streets
The rich who motherf**ker, like, like
I know will starting truth!
Please God, my love it, your love it
Stupid and crazy in the some
I know will starting truth!
Please God, my love it, your love it
Stupid and crazy in the some

Oh, yeah
Peaces are five liters
On a drunken penny, a movie with you, yeah
Fighting motion, potion, action, nation is around the corner
On a drunken penny alright, my mind, yeah
On a drunken penny alright, do you penny like?
Right like, do you right like
Do you right like, do it

There is no arbiter, there is no arbiter
Mayhem with a baseball and baseball
The border between sleep and vigor is a razor
Feelings that I'm face
I don't under apple, under chair
Get high on ninety-nine, then get on victory
Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout, birds fly at dawn
Maybe I'm dreaming all this, I'm dreaming
And I know maybe I'm dreaming all this
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
I know maybe I'm dreaming all this
What should I do
Maybe I'm dreaming all this
My soul the soul
Maybe I'm dreaming all this
What should I do
Maybe I'm dreaming all this
My soul the soul the soul the soul

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