Of a box and nobody knows your name.

Glad I came to my princess.

Like, quick, quick, got six ticks in my stomach.

Overcoming my thoughts of me and her together, right?

So when I asked her out, she said I wasn't that type.

I wish I was a real, bit taller, I wish I was a bomber, I wish I had a girl, and I would call her, I wish I had a rabbit and a hat with a pack, and a kicks for a marker.

I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a bomber, I wish I tired of the girl with a good I would call her, I was tired of wrapping my hat with a bat, a bitch for one part.

I wish I had a brand new car, so far I got this hatchback, and everywhere I know you, I gets laughed at.

And when I'm in my car, I'm laid back.

I got an eight track and a spare tire in the back seat, but that's slack.

And they wanna know what's really wack.

See, I can't even get a date, so what you think of that?

I heard that mom night is a mom night with a hood ratcheting on the type of.

Tyburito.

Cigarrots went in my car, I can't even get a hella.

Well, so many people want to cruise Prince Charles Sunday, whenever I have to get in my grindcup.

You know, I picked the 110, that says I went on by.

Get off some printjob, tell my homies,