Hold on, yeah, it's gonna be alright. Don't trip, baby, it'll get better. . Ay, do this thug style man, thug style. When this whole beat drop. We just gon' run it to 'em bad.
I thirst but never quench, I know the consequence. Feeling as I do. We're in a spinning top, where tell me will it stop?. And what am I to say?. Open our music book, that only few can look.