The Game
P. Diddy & Boyz II Men & Chris Brown & The Game - Better on the other side songtekst
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I remember the first time I seen you moonwalk I believed I could do anything You made the world dance You made the music come to life This the type of song that makes the angels cry I look up in the sky and I wonder why? Why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side You were chosen from the start Never gon' let you go Who's Michael Jackson? You're Michael Jackson I'm Michael Jackson We all Michael Jackson I guess what I'm asking is, everybody bow their head for a legend Don't breathe for a second Now let the air out, grab the hand of somebody you care about So you can hear my message, my confession, someone tell Usher I seen the Moonwalk, I guess the young Thriller touched him Like he touched me, like he touched you So carry on his legacy, something I must do And I trust you lighting candles, concrete visuals Me and my brothers listen to Jackson 5 in the living room First thing I did when I heard was call Puff 'Cos him and Mike tried to stop the beef between us Who was us? Me and Fifty, that beef is dead Mim and Mike Jackson gonna take us to the ledge This the type of song that make the angels cry I look up in the sky and I wonder why? Why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side You were chosen from the start Never gon' let you go As I'm pouring out this liquor, candles start to flicker When list my air ones, MJ was my ni–er. Not the one that play ball, the one with the Hollywood star And since I'm a Hollywood star I'mma tell you my story Never had a family that close Never see Berry Gordy walking through Interscope But just like me, they always had Mike in a scope No matter what you say I'mma love him and he's still dope Let me take you back to '85 when I was in a zone Dancing for my momma, 'Thriller' jacket with all the zippers on Now I’m doing 90 'bout to crash in this Aston Listening to Outcast, I’m sorry Mrs. Jackson Anything I can ever do to better you Your son was our king so we won't Corretta you I’m writing this letter to all the Jackson kids We all Jackson kids, time to let us through This the type of song that make the angels cry I look up in the sky and I wonder why? Why you had to go, go I know it's better on the other side You were chosen from the start Never gon' let you go This the kind of song that make the angels cry Look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why Do we live and let die This the kind of song that make the angels cry Look up in the sky and ask God, why o why why Do we live and let, live and let die