Lyrics:
wanna have some fun to night
She be alright
She be alright to night
House arrest it makes her run
like a wild flower in bloom
under the californian
point em out
No worry i'm running him down
Some times you gotta get wild
I'm raising the stakes
This how you handle the hate
Start by deleting the fakes
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
submission ain't no fiction
Never missing
Caught em red hand
All the best meant
By my testament
Best investment
Can't contest it
Always blessed it
Wild
Others can be having the full strength,
Other people be like the trains,
And other ones be the planes, not the same lane
So, you can’t define us by
Now then, what makes a nation strong? Taxes?
(Heh)
There’s nothing new about those either
The first income tax was paid by Abraham
It was written
killed by us
The bombs that he dropped left us in disgust
The circus had left no one else he could trust
In a bubble thought he couldn’t be touched
Till he
to the business back with a deal 7 figures
I'm a beast we all gonna feast
Royalty we was born to be
Your going to see your going to see
Say my name and That's a fee
a small stream
hearts fill with color
our minds fill with dream
now we can run where
we'll dance and be free
we're all born to run wild
run wild
and a zillion
F's and it's still correct
Trippin' in a theme park with a ski mask
This house is where the wild things are!
Playin' with fire elude the darkness
the jail house holds us
Much love for my niggas that's been locked for a long crime
G la ma B.C. been locked for a long time
Ganksta NIP a brother that's
I'll be first up out the gate (Up out the gate)
‘Cause I'ma chase the Sun and get a house right by the lake (Right by the lake)
I'ma make sure life is
the hot girls at [Repeat: x6]
Ya heard me? [Repeat: x2]
The game is to be sold not to be told, ha ha
Now this No Limit shit, No Limit nigga
on my mind it was (Georgia) Bush
Now
I was born in the boot at the bottom of the map
New Orleans baby, now the white house hating, trying to wash
is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam I
wild and free in the 90's
The 90's, the 90's, the 90's, the 90's
Let's time travel, yeah baby let's go back in time
Old post? oh no, no phones, we ain't
of sin, born as a ghetto child
Raised in this whirlwind (c'mon)
Our childhood years recall the tears heart laced with venom
Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt
Left my pistol at the house
I told my bitch
To turn the whip around
I keep it on my hip
An extra clip
This bitch is 30 rounds
Really hard to smile
System pumped by four Jeeps, runnin like a convoy
Roll to the park, kinda crowded, what a scene
Pullin up with Jodeci blastin out the fifteen
So I
speak up on cases
Mind racing, zoom out to Jamaica when we switch locations
Time taken, farm house by the lake house, when I'm not okay now
Pushing
Yo I'm Jake I'm here to make my name known
Sit alone in my dorm and I brainstorm
Thunder lighting and rain since my day born
Sick of being human I'm
I cant have the chemicals/
I need something to control/
Round and round and round we go/
At the Fun House, I can never tell what's real/
Break
Wild faith can't be tamed
It ain't house broke, it sure ain't safe
But believe me, oh, believe me
Wild faith is the better way
Wild faith don't
Ouu woah
Oh
Ouu woah
Ouu woah
Oh
Casamigos in my cup got me moving slow-mo
By the way this bitch give head should have knew she was a hoe
I was
Discuss these born to be wild by crowded house Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In