Rick Ross - Paradise Lost (Lyrics - Paroles)

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Rick Ross - Paradise Lost (Lyrics - Paroles)

Rick Ross - Paradise Lost (Lyrics - Paroles)
Magic City

Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty

Don't lose your soul chasing that pot of gold
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 card games

I roll dice with the low-lives

Timb boots and the coat nice

New Porsche, smoke lights

Young nigga, get your dough right
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
Magic City

Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty

Don't lose your soul chasing that pot of gold
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 Pell Grants

Fuck FullSail, let your mail 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
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

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Rick Ross

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