So I was sitting in my cypher with a bit of woodrow wrapped in a Junior McMasterson pondering a most vexing of questions. You know, life, love, why are we here and all that, but then I seemed to focus on a much more mundane line of inquiry. Is there a female out there who burns as much as I do? Silly question to ponder, no?
Current Lyric:
Some people get high and its acceptable
Some people get high and go rob first federal
You better leave that stuff alone young B
You look at me and nothing poppin' but the seed in my tweed.
What can I say? Sometimes its my cologne, breathmint, and car air-freshener.
Current Lyric:
Some people get high and its acceptable
Some people get high and go rob first federal
You better leave that stuff alone young B
You look at me and nothing poppin' but the seed in my tweed.
What can I say? Sometimes its my cologne, breathmint, and car air-freshener.
evilwillow:
word.