Forgive me, I'm too sexy in the morning time. Talkin bout he gotta go, but he wanna stay and grind. Forgive me, I'm too sexy in the morning time. Knowing that he gotta go, but he wanna stay and grind.
We used to be number 10. Now we're permanent one. In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm. Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes lukewarm.