Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
I'm on, I'm grown, I'm so in my You ain't gotta me, I know this my home me my phone, let me call up anybody Who know about it? And tell 'em
I am him, and not so slim But I shine even when it's dark and grim She on in but she far from a saint No use pretendin' that you are what you
'Cause startin' to taint what once was pure I must endure 'Cause for sure, is that I am blessed Just give me I'm owed and I might get rest
See, slight success only more hunger But don't you mistake lightning for 'Cause thunder rumbles, lightning strikes Like me of great faith, then white's
Why your rims spin, spinnin'? I ain't ten minutes No eye 'til this business right here is finished I for that big spinach and I can't get it with image All I can do is spit vintage again and and again
Just the play up and run it Vision, something that's great, I've it I played it and won it and it from it A wonderful life and with honor I've it
But you confront it, it's permanent shorty Feel the is burnin' you softly Yes, these lames is certainly how I know that the burden off me
All I really ever in my whole life Was to stay the whole night, in the no flight To have my own wife, instead of havin' to Johnny's in and Chad's in Toronto
I ask for a lot though, thus I it I'm gonna die lonely, big my homey So Betty, why don't we to the suite? My pet skeet, so eager to meet, yeah
Why your rims spin, spinnin'? I ain't ten minutes No shut eye 'til business right here is finished I came for that big spinach and I can't get it with All I can do is spit vintage again and and again
I'm special, especially when these lames is to me check I see, bring the flex outta me Girl, I'll pay for love and the sex I'll free
Okay, don't play, you gon' stay, then But if you afraid of livin', you ain't really wit it please be on your way, with no delay
They say only the strong And it seems that you gotta do wrong to But the truth ain't dead, I'm so You want me to shine? Then close your eyes
Why your rims spin, spinnin'? I ain't ten minutes No shut eye 'til this business right here is I came for that big spinach and I can't get it with All I can do is spit vintage again and again and
Why rims spin, spinnin'? I ain't slept ten minutes No shut eye 'til business right here is finished I came for that big spinach and I can't get it image All I can do is spit vintage and again and again