Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Paradise Lost , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Paradise Lost |
| Magic City |
| Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty |
| Don’t lose your soul chasin' that pot of gold |
| I’m tryna go where I can’t go |
| Tryna be what I can’t be |
| I wanna teach you what I can’t show |
| We gotta reach what we can’t reach |
| Tryna shine when the sun won’t |
| I gotta grind as I gun toke |
| She’s rollin' weed as I’m doin' 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 dad 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 with the smoke lights |
| Young nigga, get your dough right |
| Get your money right |
| Children havin' children, but they don’t have a thing |
| All this drug dealin', it’s killin' our brother, mane |
| The government feed them freedom, 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 |
| Care for generations, build your mastermind |
| It’s time to make a livin', my brother, get your money right |
| Magic City |
| Where the palm trees and the bright lights look so pretty |
| Don’t lose your soul chasin' that pot of gold |
| I wanna go where I can’t go |
| In Dubai smokin' 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 just to put my people on |
| Get your money right |
| Children havin' children, but they don’t have a thing |
| All this drug dealin', it’s killin' our brother, mane |
| The government feed them freedom, 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 |
| Care for generations, build your mastermind |
| It’s time to make a livin', my brother, get your money right |