You want to play?

I'm in his space Ready to take you around the way So you ready to piss?

Mind your own kiss Cause I am back, yeah, the microphone piss Leave your sick, go to school in the dance Ready, ready, ready for this You just get close, so be impressed by the woodside jokes.

So once again, kicking it live, screwing every ten year old dust to survive.

Above the wall, I think I can't.

Scared more sensory to make in my hand, busting it lies to the crowd.

There age is 20, I'm from the sound See your heart, take my heart Get ready for this Mind your oldest people in the sun Show