Now the mist across the window hides the lines. But nothing hides the color of the lights that shine. Electricity so fine, look and dry your eyes. . We so tired of all the darkness in our lives.
If it ain't me and my momma getting' to it. Then it's my job and how I may lose it. And if it ain't that it's you, you, you. . If it ain't dealin' wit' drama from my girlfriends.