Correction Paroles Red Horns (Original) par Rick Ross

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Don't you rain on my parade
Bring your demons, I'm not afraid
Push me right off the highest mountain
Hate above, try to keep from drowning
Burning up, I got a fever, but I gotta sweat it out
You won’t dance on my grave
Better throw your shovel away
Whether you go or you stay
I’m gonna make it either way
Push me right off the highest mountain
Hate above, try to keep from drowning
Burning up, I got a fever, but I gotta sweat it out

This is life
Take a beating, and a pill for the pain
But I feel fine
In the moment
'Cause I woke up again
Oh, another day in paradise
For you and me, my friend
Oh, Red Horns tryna get me and I won't let him in (Jimmy Levy, biggest, Maybach Music)

My passion is love
My humble is pain
My slipper's Moschino, it ain’t never the same
Lamborghini my truck
Only money I chase
Only woman I lust must be bearin' my name
On the cover of Vogue, dope be all in my vein
The photographer's dream, nothing on but a chain
Stepping off of the plane, Louis luggage for days
Gucci duffle and loafers, streets feel like a parade
Every night we celebrate, so let the bottles pop
Go to sleep on Fisher Island, wake up on a yacht
FaceTime Meek, he calling me from in the box
Commissary on these books and a pair of socks
Touching money, they can never tell you when to stop
Eating lemon pepper wings like it’s really lobster
Scars on my back like I was on the start
But we all joining hands for one common cause

Love is not kisses, hugs, sharing f**king drugs
Presents on your birthday, pictures of making love
It’s dedication, trust and patience and compromise
Now do or die, ultimatums for you and I
I feel the vibe between us fading, I f**king hate it
I cut myself constantly, hate myself for creating
Pain within your heart and I’m thinking
This pistol's tempting to scream it out
To my demons get even within yourself
She’s crying she needs your help
And you’re selfish think ‘bout yourself
All these problems created
Extended from hate with self
And I hope that you wouldn’t leave
But the patience that you would need
Is the patience of several gods
Hanging on to my selfish please
And I’m sorry, you deserve better
I wanted more for you, you hanging on
You being strong and I want more for you
As long as you won’t, leave me in the end
We both can still pretend
That this life we live in is worth it I promise

I’m bleeding
On my knees now
And God knows I fight this feeling
Self-defeated
And I'm weakest
But I'm strong now
I keep on fighting Red Horns
Long live Jahseh
Amen

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