paroles de chanson The Prayer - Das
Midnight
awakin',
hyper
ventilatin'
Drunk
laps
runnin'
'round
the
globe
wild
goose
chasin'
After
three
number
one
albums
woulda
thought
I'd
Feel
amazin'
Still
impatient,
still
sippin'
on
liquor
Still
rollin'
up
swishas
Now
it's
beamers
double
parking,
fuck
payin'
the
meter
In
your
club,
on
your
couch,
just
got
paid
to
be
here
On
your
girl
rubbin'
on
my
favorite
features
How
could
they
tease
us,
only
wanted
of
Ben
Franklins
and
Mona
Lisas
Jesus,
Jesus,
Jesus
Man,
I
might
fuck
around,
lose
my
mind,
I
gotta
break
out
I'm
on
a
stake
out,
on
a
farm
or
your
lake
house
Around
3 AM
dog,
I
was
gettin'
busy
in
the
bathroom
stall
Bad
mamacita,
Miami
heater
Put
it
in
a
two
seater,
too
bad
I
couldn't
three
peat
her
Need
a
whole
lotta
vida
'fore
I
see
the
reaper
House
full
of
snow
bunnies,
Puttin'
trees
up
like
it's
Christmas
Easter
With
more
stamps
than
a
skinny
nigga
got
tats
on
my
Visa
I
know
the
kids
in
La
Flame,
they
don't
trust,
they
believe
it
Jesus,
Jesus
(I
mean),
Jesus,
Jesus
I
might
fuck
around,
lose
my
mind
Jesus
Jesus,
Jesus,
Jesus
Jesus

1 The Prayer
2 Quintana
3 Mamacita
4 Drugs You Should Try It
5 Don't Play
6 Skyfall
7 Zombies
8 Sloppy Toppy
9 Basement Freestyle
10 Backyard
11 Grey
12 Bacc - Bonus
13 Maria I'm Not So Drunk
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