(I'm a party) I know it hurts you (I'm a party) I know it hurts you I know it hurts you (I'm a party) I know it hurts you (I'm a party) I know it hurts
Пераклад: Часопіс. Я партыю.
starin' at?) I'm comin' around, I'm sippin' on Andre, it's time [unverified] I heard that you did the back star [unverified] in the party line Let's
turned off Became a freaky permutation Something like Voltron Then I was wrapped in discourse with the magazine reader The mutual conclusion was I'm not worth Knowing 'cause I'm probably dead So I'm
prowl I thought it was perfect, I don't know how I'm single again, back on the prowl I thought it was perfect, I don't know how I'm single again You
from a distance I ain't [Incomprehensible] quite it, she probably wanted to hit it I got a lotta money that don't mean that I'm a trick That Lamborghini
at all? Don't be a fly in my Martini, baby, come on down That roof is high and I'm not climbin' tonight Come down and I'll give you somethin', hey, to
sick Now I'm dirty, in doubt and I'm empty as hell I knew better from the onset Of a party in a limousine With faces from a magazine A stripper sitting
I'm so established they know I'm a beast yeah Im a f-cking fab b-tch haters you can kill yourself in my space shuttle and I'm not coming down I'm stereo
and some head too I ain't trippin' though, these bitches takin' too long I'm 'bout to call some other hoes on the phone Tell 'em I'm a hog nigga, need a
I took a drive to a rich and wealthy country Saw everything I wanted and everything I need Went right up and I tried to join their party Ought to seen
I'm new, I'm that boy that starts it. They chase dreams together like a slumber party, And now I'm on my own, even though I'm smooth sailing I'm scared
falling in thirty thousand feet And the pilot's on the, on the microphone And he's, he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry" Apologizing
they started just falling thirty thousand feet, the uh, pilot?s on the microphone and he?s saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh my God, I'm sorry!? and
out and they just started falling thirty-thousand feet the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Oh my god. I'm sorry" and
I'm bobbin' ma head or I'm just standin' there watchin' I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid And I protect what I got, I'm in the house
I'm worried about I hope that you remember who I am, I'm the one with the harmonica Ho, it's been weeks since I've seen you I'm hopin' that you mean
'Cause were tired of moving every other weekend I wanna go to a party where they got no guns I wanna rock with my band I wanna have a lil fun Where thugs
