Kick it. I'm not a fan of when it rains,. I'm like a phantom or a ghost those days,. Another man of his mistakes,. Too many cigarettes in my ash tray.
I'm spun. Just like a raisin in the sun,. I'm fried up, but the fun has just begun.. And I swear, with all the love inside my head,. I've gotta dish it out and gotta share..
If I could just only ask of one more thing I'd want from you. It would go like this. would you open up and accept me for the way I am to you. Get a clue.