If you were here beside me, instead of in New York. If the curve of you was curved on me. I'd tell you that I loved you, before I ever knew you. Cause I loved the simple thought of you.
Uh. I'm running, running through the jungle. Running like a slave through the underground tunnel. Told y'all niggas that I'd get these bitches. Cause I spit till my lips need 16 stitches.