Goin' Places - The Jacksons

Oh lord, Jetson made another one I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rocking all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh) Got 'em watching, my life is exciting Just Facetimed my daughter She laughing and smiling (Mwa) Still got shit on my plate from November (Uh-huh) A few open cases, they pendin' (Damn) Fuck around, think I'm signed to Cash Money (I) Pull up with a Drac' and a sprinter (I) Give a fuck how you think, how you feelin' (I) Could show you how to make a few million (I'm) So full of myself say I'm cocky (Yup) Ask the bitch if she copy, she copy (Okurr) I go straight through the door with my Glocky (Uh, uh) Niggas ain't really popping we popping (Yeah) Put the billion with baby, that business (Damn) Play with me, put his name on a t-shirt (A tee) Tell your boyfriend to go do his research (Uh-huh) She suck my dick every day Say her knees hurt (Hey, hmm) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rocking all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh) Got 'em watching my life is exciting (Hmm) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Your bitch on my dick, she a junkie (Uhh) I don't got no time (No, no) Every day all I do is get money They tryna tell me I'm a bad influence Talking bad about everything I do, uh Dunk on nigga like I'm Patrick Ewing I can't beat 'em up bet I'ma shoot 'em (Boom) Your bitch is a dog, she got rabies (Brr, ruff) I'm out doing shows State-to-state chasing paper (Uh) I just closed a deal for an M Now I'm out on a lake like a motherfuckin' Laker They left when I needed 'em, fucked up my feelings It filled up my heart full of hatred (Uh, huh, huh) Held it down on my own I proved everyone wrong every day (Ayy, ayy) God is great, it's amazin' (Ayy) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rocking all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh, huh) Got 'em watching, my life is exciting (Hmm) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Bitch That ain't the baby, that's my baby

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots And ruined your black tie affair The last one to know, the last one to show I was the last one you thought you'd see there And I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes When I took his glass of champagne And I toasted you, said, "Honey, we may be through But you'll never hear me complain" 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away And I'll be OK Yeah, I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places Well, I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong But then I've been there before Everything's all right, I'll just say good night And I'll show myself to the door Hey, I didn't mean to cause a big scene Just give me an hour and then Well, I'll be as high as that ivory tower That you're livin' in 'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away And I'll be OK Yeah, I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places Oh, I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away And I'll be OK Yeah, I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places Yeah, I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away And I'll be OK Yeah, I'm not big on social graces Think I'll slip on down to the oasis Oh, I've got friends in low places Yeah, I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away And I'll be OK

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true