Last Night In Paris - Before You (Tara Carosielli, Taurean Roye & Jordon Wi-Fi) | Текст песни

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(Tara Carosielli)

I'm young and broke,
No riches just rags
Broke from harsh harmony overdose
Forceful love,
Now no longer an on user of infectious drugs
You crumble my heart
Then roll it up and smoke it with every puff
I'm addicted to your ignited love, I, I
I keep falling, you're no good for me
Your aura is pulling me in,
I can feel them overlooking me
Is he there? Hello?
Will he stay with me? I don't know
I'm headed down this road
And I wanna show you there's no hope here
Hope here, hope don't live here no more

(Taurean Roye)

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah
Uh,

Leave It up to us, yeah
Tell me when we're rolling yeah
Twenty bottles of black poison
Make sure that it's potent, yeah
Probably shut me right down, yeah
But I need it right now, yeah
Purple and that light brown
Piff it up man those some nice clouds
Girl where you going?
We ain't done
Sit right down girl,
We just begun
Stay in school,
Don't do drugs
Didn't really listen, girl
You only did one
This was way before you went to uni
Way before you even knew me
Way before you even knew we
Would take love for granted, abuse it
Man, that's word to my ex girl
My next girl be wary
I'll promise I won't
But probably cheat with Mary
Tell Jimmy to roll up
Hooked like a tow truck
All tried to quit but they failed
They had no luck
Rest their souls,
God, rest their souls
We ain't even old
Where did we go?
Where did we go?
This was just before you
Pop like Britney
Pop like Amy
Pop like Whitney
You pop like Britney
You pop like Amy
You pop like Whitney
You pop like

(Jordon Wi-Fi)

Once the journey starts,
An addiction takes over
Reality becomes fantasy,
And fantasy becomes reality
The destination becomes irrelevant
And the way in which you travel becomes the focus
But do you focus on the baby steps or the deep breaths?
The pointless sex? Or the success?
Succeed, we yearn to please
But who are we pleasing?
Who are we pleasing?
Who are we pleasing?
Self-destruction for a second of self-confidence
Seconds become minutes
Minutes become hours, becomes hours, become ours
The world is ours for the taking
But so many are afraid to take what is not theirs
Born with nothing
Die with a legacy
Is the legacy yours?
It must be, so take it.

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