Light skin broad, ...in the cup. And gave her my work, told her put it in her bra. Next week this time, she killin' them all. Tell your ex nigger I'ma show him how to ball.
There's no excuse for torture, that you ought to know. Let it live, let it breathe, let it go. Yonder stands a scarecrow, he's hollow in his robes. Let it live, let it breathe, let it go.
Go back, back to the beginning. My heart was racing, nothing seemed to faze me. When you turned to me and said, all the time. . Burn, burn, burn, baby, why don't we just burn?.