Love it when I'm flexing up in my car. Door swing, open from my passenger. Look up in the mirror, fix my mascara. People wanna know who the Hell is her.
Love it when I'm flexing up in my car. Door swing, open from my passenger. Look up in the mirror, fix my mascara. People wanna know who the Hell is her.
Got credit cards in my pockets. But I walk past bums all day. Why why why. I see dealers pushing poisons. But I have nothing to say. Why why why. I date two people at the same time.