Intro (LUCKY YOUNG) : 29, 495, Anyway. I do it even if I ate 12. I do my thing to be first in line Everything in its own time Own time. Ain't end.
Hook (LUCKY YOUNG): I'm okay man. I've got a lotta problems, But I made it to become my poems, Keep it hating, keep it hating, Keep it hating, while I make my dollar
Vers.1 (LUCKY YOUNG): You know I've got a lot to do. I ain't got a lotta stress. Cause I've got a lotta dreams but my plans in excess I ain't got a lotta dollars, but I've got a lotta dolls. Cuz I'm a really cause, real challenge for pretty hoes. I've got friends with a dreams, By the way their eyes're like vampires. They're acting again And these guys ain't disguised Yeah, I'm getting high but I've got a rule. I'm keep it fly? So stop cut the bull. Who's that chick? What about me and her? (Okay) I've got you miss I've gotta watch you miss but I led you on (no way) I've got millions female faces in my dreams and I love it I don't give a fuck about their profit cause I'm their prophet. Я уже даже не помню с кем и как мы лучше смотрелись, Эти Barbie хотят пони, а не твой вонючий Mercedes. И эта киса как цель, I ain't sit like I'm wait, Я добавляю red ice ей в коктейль...
Hook (LUCKY YOUNG): I'm okay man. I've got a lotta problems, But I made it to become my poems, Keep it hating, keep it hating, Keep it hating, while I make my dollar
Vers. 2 (May Dream): We rise and fall. I've read eyes for show And this alcohol make me do this fucking call. Your red ice so cold. Shoot me down like cault And I shout leggo. We mix rnb and rocknroll... I'll treat your heart baby But I'm leaving this shit cause u not my baby And don't cry baby... I say no lie baby... I'll be alright baby... See u next time baby. By the way i'm not the boy who gonna be like rock star Without shit like why always me I'm not fucked up Let me show how soon the world will turn I say 'em just let it burn and after just let it born. And we wont stop say oh god or god damn When we turned up with my girls cause we got em Working all night it is easy That is the reason you know...of being at the top
Hook (LUCKY YOUNG): I'm okay man. I've got a lotta problems, But I made it to become my poems, Keep it hating, keep it hating, Keep it hating, while I make my dollar