What, what just keep me laced up. Vanilla Tracy seasons Bacardi, I slip this Rah he. Us go round the Doe'shae, Garbana sippin' pure zae. With the ill, na, na and then we around.
I would do anything to see Him. Cause I know He is passing by. Won't let my situation hinder. So desperate I'm willing to climb. . Ain't gonna let it slow me down.