of my eyes Captin Hook and Peter Pan Dum dum dum doobie dum dum dum Take my hand - to never land. When time is standing still Come fly away with Peter Pan
I've more than just charted But I can't get started with you Oh tell me why am I no kick to you I who'd always stick to you Fly through thin and thick
snowflakes by the O.Z I guess even back then you can call me C.E.O of the R.O.C HOV Fresh out the frying pan into the fire I be the, music biz number
't say You don't go and forget the down times And the walk while I was with the bad man Many to fly right? Master plan Miracle flight like Pan-Am, man
down like a dog Then I fly high like a hawk I'm the Devil and I'm God I'm the one who tries to live his life In primordial times From the other side Pan
out in my black Trans-Am dippin on that man, who that be? TIM-BA-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin in the FLY RIDE
seats; Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say; 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... [Chorus: Trey Songz
algun dia yo muero.. Asi que no sen recordao (Julio Voltio) (Come on) Mucho respeto a lo claro A que lo claro por respeto murio Al que se levanto pa bucarse el pan
put a ring on alicia hand, This lost boy got fly without peter pan, And my delivery just got me buzzin like the pizza man, In person I am everything and
[Chorus] Weeed makes me fly without visa Dont give me coke nor crack or rum Cigarette smoke is just no good I am juss a ganja man Makes me fly without
snowflakes by the O-Z I guess even back then you can call me CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'! Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire I be the, music biz number
brain was saturated with cocaine and Rogaine He said: Try scan no thing three-card dead fly man go for bling he got bled I jam over sting, see spots red I am
] I am, Sofa King [BWD] Faster [ATF] I am Sofa King We Todd Ed [BWD] No no, not so fast, loses meaning [ATF] I am so {fucking} retarded [BWD] Hohohohohoho
Hey, what's goin' on y'all? Its your main man, Jackpot The Pimp once again. Did you miss me? Hope not. I've just been pan-handling makin' these hoes
seats; Now pop your bottles, blow your cush, fuck what your man say; 'Cause you know we don't give a fuck, we let the pan play... [Trey Songz - Chorus
look at this" I'd show it everywhere I go, Jacques Cousteau, Jacques Cousteau I wish I was a cartoon I wish I was Peter Pan Then I could fly away from
up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly T.W.A.,Pan Am,P.S.