We are not the same I am a martian. We are not the same I am a martian. (Greetings from Planet Weezy. We will begin transition in. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1). . Phone home.
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?. Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned. Packing heat like two LeBrons. And my crew is strong as Cali kush.
I'm just an oxymoron in a song when I'm straight bent. Intoxicated on sobriety, irony makes sense. I'm tryin' to make a livin', you diein' to pay the rent.