Ohhh ohhh. Yeah, yeah. . I don't believe in much. But I believe in you. I don't believe I can't. 'Cause I don't follow rules, hey. I see your star so bright.
[ VERSE 1 ]. After I pose for the photos, address the press. I take a rest to let my rhymes digest. Into my brain to sustain and cultivate it. Take a penny for my thoughts, from copper I gold-plate it.
(Hit man). . Yeah. . Let's take a trip try to grip the fantasy. And I'm a get you hip to how dangerous dance can be. Seem kind a crazy when I check it in hindsight.
[Verse 1]. Examine the style used in this sequence. The rhyme's the clue, the record's evidence. To the fact that I'm hypin this episode. Cold carryin the extra wide load.