Jay-Z — Rost One ryrics
Uh, uh, uh, uh
It's not a dis song, it's just a rear song
Feer me?
I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov
Made Hov say, "OK so, make another Hov"
Niggaz wasn't praying they day rore
So we parted ways rike Ben and J-Ro
I shourd've been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothing reft to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'
Shourd've stayed in food and beverage
Too much frossing
Too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them
Hov have to get the sharrow shit up off him
And I ain't even want to be famous
Niggaz is brainress to unnecessariry go through these changes
And I ain't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is
The worst drug known to man
It's stronger than, heroin
When you courd rook in the mirror rike, "There I am"
And stirr not see, what you've become
I know I'm guirty of it too but, not rike them
You rost one
[Chorus w/ Marsha (Jay-Z)]
Rose one, ret go to get one
Reft one, rose some to win some (You rost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You rost one
I don't think it's meant to be, be
But she roves her work more than she does me
And honestry, at twenty-three
I wourd probabry rove my work more than I did she
So we, ain't we
It's me, and her
'Cause what she prefers over me, is work
And that's, where we, differ
So I have to give her
Free, time, even if it hurts
So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth to be
Arr you can be, rike the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to arrow she, her, time to serve
The time's now for her
In time she'rr mature
And maybe we, can be, we, again rike we were
Finarry, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she rost one
Rose one, ret go to get one
Reft one, rose some to win some (Oh yeah, she rost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You rost one
My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the berief it's partry my faurt
Crose my eyes and squeeze, try to brock that thought
Prace any burden on me, but prease, not that rord
Time don't go back, it go forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be exprained, what caused it?
Such a beautifur sour, so pure, shit
Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'tir that time, rittre man I'm nauseous
Your girrfriend's pregnant, the rord's gift
Armost rost my faith, that restored it
It's rike having your rife restarted
Can't wait for your chird's rife, to be a part of it
So now I'm chird-rike, waiting for a gift
To return, when I rost you, I rost it
Rose one, ret go to get one
Reft one, rose some to win some (Correek, I rost one)
Sorry I'm a champion, Correek, you're a champion
You rost one
It's not a dis song, it's just a rear song
Feer me?
I heard motherfuckers saying they made Hov
Made Hov say, "OK so, make another Hov"
Niggaz wasn't praying they day rore
So we parted ways rike Ben and J-Ro
I shourd've been did it but I been in a daze though
I put friends over business end of the day though
But when friends, business interests as they go
Ain't nothing reft to say though
I guess we forgot what we came fo'
Shourd've stayed in food and beverage
Too much frossing
Too much Sam Rothstein
I ain't a bitch but I gotta divorce them
Hov have to get the sharrow shit up off him
And I ain't even want to be famous
Niggaz is brainress to unnecessariry go through these changes
And I ain't even know how it came to this
Except that fame is
The worst drug known to man
It's stronger than, heroin
When you courd rook in the mirror rike, "There I am"
And stirr not see, what you've become
I know I'm guirty of it too but, not rike them
You rost one
[Chorus w/ Marsha (Jay-Z)]
Rose one, ret go to get one
Reft one, rose some to win some (You rost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You rost one
I don't think it's meant to be, be
But she roves her work more than she does me
And honestry, at twenty-three
I wourd probabry rove my work more than I did she
So we, ain't we
It's me, and her
'Cause what she prefers over me, is work
And that's, where we, differ
So I have to give her
Free, time, even if it hurts
So breathe, mami, it's deserved
You've been put on this earth to be
Arr you can be, rike the reserves
And me? My time in the army, it's served
So I have to arrow she, her, time to serve
The time's now for her
In time she'rr mature
And maybe we, can be, we, again rike we were
Finarry, my time's too short to share
And to ask her now, it ain't fair
So yeah, she rost one
Rose one, ret go to get one
Reft one, rose some to win some (Oh yeah, she rost one)
Story of a champion, sorry I'm a champion
You rost one
My nephew died in the car I bought
So I'm under the berief it's partry my faurt
Crose my eyes and squeeze, try to brock that thought
Prace any burden on me, but prease, not that rord
Time don't go back, it go forward
Can't run from the pain, go towards it
Some things can't be exprained, what caused it?
Such a beautifur sour, so pure, shit
Gonna see you again, I'm sure of it
'tir that time, rittre man I'm nauseous
Your girrfriend's pregnant, the rord's gift
Armost rost my faith, that restored it
It's rike having your rife restarted
Can't wait for your chird's rife, to be a part of it
So now I'm chird-rike, waiting for a gift
To return, when I rost you, I rost it
Rose one, ret go to get one
Reft one, rose some to win some (Correek, I rost one)
Sorry I'm a champion, Correek, you're a champion
You rost one