Текст песни Rick Ross - Paradise Lost

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[Bridge] Magic City Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty Don't lose your soul chasing that pot of gold [Verse 1] I'm trying to go where I can't go Trying to be what I can't be I wanna teach you what I can't show We gotta reach what we can't reach Trying to shine when the sun won't I gotta grind as I gun toke She's rolling weed as I'm doing me I kept the G's, she can count on me Wonderful times, lay a head for a young nigga Like the day she told her that I was a drug dealer That explains how the cars came And all the big money at the car games¨ I roll dice with the low-lives Timb boots and the coke nice New Porsche, smoke lights Young nigga, get your dough right [Hook] Get your money right Children gotta change, but they don't have a thing All this drug dealing, it's killing our brother, mane The cost of feeling freedom, but they don't understand If we don't do it now we really don't have a chance My sister, my brother, get your money right Live for a celebration, build your mastermind It's time to make a living, my brother, get your money right [Bridge] [Verse 2] I wanna go where I can't go In Dubai smoking dank smoke No charges for the cellphones But I charge 'em just to sell for Peach Ciroc and the L's long Get to meet Barack rub elbows We the ones that never got the pale brinks Full sale at your [?] stack I just wanna sign another lease Mentality of a young nigga in the streets But I think it's time to buy that home And if you got it give your man a loan And if you bought it we can leave it 'lone My niggas write it on their teeth of gold All gold grills, but to each his own Got in power to put my people on [Hook]

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