Just like a birdie, I just wanna fly free, so high, so high And own a piece of land Somewhere, somewhere off in the country Oh, oh yeah, listen, yeah Temperature's like a hundred degrees Like I got chains on me Blackmail and a family of three Been right on my destiny Rake it out fly way 'Cuz it's too much for the man Shouldn'ta gone down this way What happened to my master plan 'Cuz I can't figure out I coulda been a love child Shouldn'ta gone down this way Tell me, how did I get life? Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life Oh, somebody done done me wrong My eyes to the ceiling all night long Time is slippin' away from me And it ain't no tellin' when I get home I gotta get home, yeah Just about to see the dollar sign That's close to a piece of mind and everything was about to be fine So tell me, so how'd I get life? Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life Everything that I hoped for is gone now Buried in the ground Hopes and dreams and all those things I'll never see, said I'll never see Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life Life, life, life, life .... © ZOMBA SONGS INC; R KELLY PUBLISHING INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com