there I get weakened with the weight And I'm riddled with remorse And I spin, but not the rooms And I'm shamed to have to state That I'm bottled at the
till you confused in the head You need to give your girl a microphone, and let her use it in bed If you cap at me, gravity's coming rapidly I couldn't see myself
you confused in the head You need to give your girl a microphone, and let her use it in bed If you cap at me, gravity's coming rapidly I couldn't see myself
