Traducció: Part superior de la Fira. Qualsevol cosa.
So I'll put this on paper and know it will never be seen. All the boys they sing, "she's single again." They don't know anything, anything. They don't know (anything, anything
smack my ass and pull my hair, he keep me in the house and he don't take me anywhere.. or buy me anything and i don't think it really fair. I say you
the right place Forgive your enemies But take advantage of their mistakes They watchin They plottin They be prayin for my downfall I'm still Risin To the top
' locked Verse 1 Just got to Miami, touchdown from the grammys First stop king of diamonds, h-h-hope them bitches ready If I pull up in that no top,
the country Better ask somebody, Mr. Magic he acts a donkey I spit shit that make the average, not stand a chance And I keep spitting until the top dogs
get brats who dont give top, I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, An I break on anything a nigga take on, Feel the napalm
up against my soul You could say I was on anything but a roll If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top What would I do with it anyway, maybe
thins is fantasy when you're a king eat life from the palm of my hands we came out winners from the villagers dance welcome to the city where anything
brats who don't give top, I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on, An I break on anything a nigga take on, Feel the napalm
You're on top of the world You're on top of the world And you can't get any higher You're on top of the world You're on top of the world tonight It wasn
never play fair So shed a little light where nobody sees I built a bible for the saints with my disbelief And darling I know that you can't be sure of anything
's gonna be all right. it's gonna be all right. "hey, hey," said the table top, "don't be making like you're anything you're not."
(Chorus) I've been so many places In my life and time Yes, I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhymes Top of the world Yet I aint never left
But me I need my song All my telephone lines are ringing I'm booked for the television In all promotion shows Qu'est-ce que j'vais faire Si j'ai pas
whole city I'm flyin' through the clouds, I'm soarin' through the air To see my Senorita, she's waitin' at the fair I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
Or Never Sitting on the roof top In this lousy hot night Throwing pebbles down the ground And hope I will be right But I ain't sure About anything Leave
