I get the story that I got to tell f*cking you
What the f*ck you do?
Who the f*ck are you?
Birch?
Can not say can not play
Can not wait just to break pain
To relief all that stress imma need to bet insane
Sorry for all that
Sorry for my crap
Sorry for my biggest lies
I can not feel alright with that
I feel the real love from yourself comin'
Through the old days when your face was smilin'
Just smiling
Barcelona with the cries never lay back
All these streets with the food and the payback
Remember when we smoke up on this weed and died back
And night back
Just one night back
You the world
You the love
You the pain killer
Make me dance
Make me feel
Make me real dealer
I never missed somebody like I'm living these days
I'm sorry with this shit but now I feel it's too late
Trip with love trip with love
Trip with love running ey
It's the new you
I keep on loving you
I keep on loving even when you down
Even when you bounce
Even when you proud
Michael Jackson gave me crown
All these stories when you told me I can make again
I can't be your friend
I'm crazy of your f*cking smell
Home Alone with the corn
Like the pop killer
With the gun on my face
Now I get bigger
Get richer
Through the mind of my chrome but I can't picture
I love you lady, running on that trip