painter - every poet couldn't create. And words they opened doors from what my parents had wished for when the had a child and raised a kid that I came
painter, every poet, couldn't create, And the words they open doors, From what my parents had wished for, When they had a child and raised a kid that
Good Morning Morning, sir Welcome to the National Cheese Emporium Ah, thank you, my good man What can I do for you, sir? Well, I was sitting in the public
way she swallowed my pelvis Had me seeing shit, had a nigga reaching for Elvis And I come on her head, that some I'm a miss That girl gave my dick more hickeys than a
[guru] Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a monday Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound Then
[Guru] Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a Monday Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound Then
