She asked me, "Son, when I grow old. Will you buy me a house of gold?. And when your father turns to stone. Will you take care of me?". She asked me, "Son, when I grow old.
She asked me, "Son, when I grow old. Will you buy me a house of gold?. And when your father turns to stone. Will you take care of me?". She asked me, "Son, when I grow old.
All my friends are heathens, take it slow. Wait for them to ask you who you know. Please don't make any sudden moves. You don't know the half of the abuse.
There's an infestation in my mind's imagination. I hope they choke on smoke 'cause I'm smoking them out the basement. This is not rap, this is not hip hop.