Do you want to go? Bass The space, the space, the space The space, the space, the space Closer we get to the space The space, the space, the space, the space
Bản dịch: Prince. Space.
Bản dịch: Prince. Space Acoustic Remix.
Bản dịch: Prince. Space Funky Stuff Dub.
Bản dịch: Prince. Space Universal Love Remix.
The space, the space, the space, the space The space, the space, the space, the space Closer we get 2 the space The space, the space, the space, the
The space, the space, the space, the space The space, the space, the space, the space Closer we get 2 the space The space, the space, the space, the space
See that?s a private estate Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes So when it?s time to get that money nigga I?m never late I?m still the prince
Hilson:] Get your what I'm talkin' about, I don't wanna hear your mouth You need to put some money down, or get your money up Why you invadin' my space
we Fresh as a Prince while they Jazzy Jeff And you don't be sayin' shit when they askin' questions A-a-and you be givin' me my space a-a-and You don
Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic Good music together we too Jurassic, you stay plastic Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting Big Sean is a don Cyhi da Prince
feet See that's a private estate Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes So when it's time to get that money nigga I'm never late I'm still the prince
The place lays phased like a warrior slayed Engraved into the space with his sword still raised Layers of charcoal sprayed through hallways Praise relays
Careerin it all rocky but I'm blamin it on Adrian My age is tweny eight so I got no space to be playin Seekin the space to flow he's outa this world
in my life, my life You are the love in my life, in my life You are the love in my life, my life With God control, I take a photo of the globe Like a space
hyped up but now your humble Bringing out sweat in your silky wet clothes You scream for help, blend in with the ??? and hoes You try to sit but their ain't know spaces
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space
