This one is for the boys with the boomin’ system
Top down, AC with the coolin’ system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin’ up
Got stacks on deck like he savin’ up
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach
Ku teringat hati
Yang bertabur mimpi
Ke mana kau pergi cinta
Perjalanan sunyi
Engkau tempuh sendiri
Kuatkanlah hati cinta
Oh no, no, no, no
If love was a bird
Then we wouldn’t have wings
If love was a sky
We’d be blue
If love was a choir
You and I could never sing
Cause love isn’t for me and you
You’re such a poet
I wish I could be Wesley Willis
My words would flow like honey
Sweet and laid on thick
You’re so edgy
You don’t even need a rhyming dictionary
I wipe my hands on your jeans
’Cause they are more distressed
You should blame Ne-Yo, the tracking tail, of young player
Shot down in this crime, check it out
Cut it right to the chase I’ma keep it bro
… my wight from that side of the dance floor, sugar
My shoes are stepped on, my great … are gone, I spilled it
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Song Lyrics Jakarta Apartment