Bob Feat Royce Da 5 9 Eminem Hayley Williams - Airplanes Pt 3 Dj Delz Remix | Текст песни

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• Bob Feat Royce Da 5 9 Eminem Hayley Williams
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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now

[B.o.B:]
Dreamin... I Fallin...
Yeah
Lets pretend like its 98, like I'm eating lunch off of a Styrofoam trey
Trying to be the next rapper coming out the A
Hoping for a record deal, to re-know my pain
Now lets pretend like I'm on the stage
And when my beat drops everybody goes insane (Ok)
And everybody know my name (B.o.B)
And everywhere I go people wanna hear me sang
Oh yea and I just dropped my new album
On the first week I did 500thousand
Gold in the spring and diamond in the fall
And then a world tour just to top it all off
And lets pretend like they call me the greatest
Selling out arenas with big ass stages
And everybody loved me and no one ever hated
Lets try to use imagination

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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now, a wish right now, a wish right now

________[Verse 2-Royce da 5'9]_______
Since '99 I've been dope in this
Focusin'
Unfocusin'
Sure as the sun floats and sure as the sun smokin'
I was the gun totingest
My cous' told me
Don't get demoted, keep it close to your digits
You know you get it, you let yourself get too close to them chickens
I said, "I disagree"
Then I let Superhead lick on me
Strokin' the kitten of Kat Stacks
'Bout to turn around and write a book about both of them bitches
Next stop, to the top
I done went from A to X,Y
Almost at Z
Chillin' at a rest stop
My new bitch call her my PS3
You?
Your bitch pussy call it my X-Box
Me I'm the rhyme ruler
Me and Denaun together
Deadly as Nas in his prime
You 'bout deadly as a benign tumor
Since '92 been a highly touted retarded truth
Prolly 'bout to Eli Porta-potty somebody booth
Never sellin my soul, I'm sellin' my skills
I'm on Raps Radar now
Elliott Wilson
Painter of the underground canvas
Even though I can't freelance no more
The underground's famished
Before I settle for less then average
I'll swallow a watermelon
Follow it with a double down sandwich
I swear that God told me
Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
All eyes on me
I know I'm not the greatest
I go hard
Your boom box is now invaded
Bogart
Look at me today
8 years ago, I was popular for being hated
Solar!
Nickel Nines the ruler
God combined with Buddha
Gifted oblongata, prized medulla
Each lines like a computer bomb designed by MacGyver
That only can be detonated by a MacGruber
I'm thinking if I ain't binge drinkin' then I ain't livin'
Somebody told me I'm prolly dyin', but I ain't listen
By the time it could harm me I'll prolly die by a trigger
So I'm only goin' cold turkey, right after Thanksgivin'
I paint pictures between blank scriptures
Now just how contradictory is it that I pray?
The names Royce and I be poppin' so much pussy
Dwight Howard look at me sideways
And while the bitches try to grab all on my dick
I can't even get my own nigga to rap on my shit
You form a clique it should be sacred
I shouldn't say shit
Cause the Truth Hurts
Like the bitch that Dre ditched
Nobody loves my niggas like me
Sober or wasted, for you there's no replacement
I swear that God told me
Slaughterhouse would be the second time around for me
All eyes