Late nite fone calls
saying i love you...
They tell you that
they love you...
Tha Producer:
Take my hand lets go...
Scratches the patches
peak and then weak...
Im finally free no longa m i n his reach im...
YOU'LL KNOW I B3 ROCKIN DA LAT3ST FASHIONS
FROM DUCCI TO GABANA I DON’T KNOW Y...
Mamaz boi
]To my lil boi...
Mii babi3 i told him for3v3r....
but h3 would always t3ll m3 n3v3r...
My words my feelings my mind
A saw a photo...
Oh, every poet have cloth from trees, but everyday...
Waiting for problem to start as pain is not...
Its hard to breathe,
Coughing turns to choking...
Nurturing n fullfilling my dik is a tree
Alive n giving my dik is a tree...