IRC-Galleria

You know I'm fresh up out that corner, twisting marijuana
They copy us, they clone us
Yeah we so fly we on us
Got acting like they been before
But they ain't never been at all
8 balls I was in no hole
Ain't have time to fuck with y'all
Champagne when we celebrate
Keen sense so I smell the hate
Middle finger we getting paid
It cost much but don't press that eight

Because I could see us holding hands
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I could see us on the countryside
Sittin' on the grass layin' side by side

You could be my baby
When I look at my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothin’ crazy
See all I want you to do is be

My love.

Maybe I should cry for help
Maybe I should kill myself
Blame it on my A.D.D. baby

you can feel the pain of Mike Tyson and his baby mother,
they lost there baby daughter and she was only three,
she never got a chance to blossom on the family tree,

But you just wanna get drunk and fuck some famous.