look the conversations over your stupid Cupid music make my ass hung over I swear to god I grasp the clasp slide it over I free the titties then I lawn motor boat em ok but seriously can I get some fucking money help everybody got the love snug thug brung gash in your cheek got the name of the shooter but he just seventeen tell hell break check great flex dance sripping mom she better bust it wide open cuz I'm getting me some ok the boss lost sauce cost quite flows quicker then Ross josh toss pots and break pans my mom said that's how she see it through her ray bands yeah I run jump pray and maybe even hold hands oh my god what do you mean the whole towns in view this is a fucked up situation and i tell the truth keep the right way to priceton in your center view because the tippins got it spitting and there torturing you