I say you look good then you kiss your teeth. You look me up and down as you flick your weave. Rude girl body like the magazine. Bum looking ripe like it dropped from the apple tree.
It's about time I went in hard. Fuck the singing for 16 bars. I'm going in but I ain't going to my yard. This is written in the hood, no where near the stars.
Morning star, you're my morning star. Star, star, star. . You're my morning star. You're the one that I love shine so far. The one that I'm waiting for, oh.
i don't wanna defeat you i don't wanna be sad. i don't wanna forgive you i don't wanna be mad. 'cause it's always say what you wanted to say. as you're walking away and i can't take this disappointment again.