Oohh, ooh. . Cause I can't take it no more. No you ain't like them bitches. Tell them hoes adios. And you can drop your panties. Leave them shits at the door.
Oohh, ooh. . Cause I can't take it no more. No you ain't like them bitches. Tell them hoes adios. And you can drop your panties. Leave them shits at the door.
Routine was the theme. He'd wake up, wash and pour himself into uniform. Something he hadn't imagined being. As the merging traffic passed. . He found himself staring down.
I couldve lied the truth, a needle in your eye. The wound a Band-Aid won't heal. But I persist and try to tell it like it is. What's the point if we're not real?.