Smackdown

Crumpled up my lyrics I don't feel it in my spirit, at the edge I'm moving near it at these heights i have to fear it. If she like i let her steer it fix the mirrors baby, make the motor roar some more i wanna hear it baby. Sippin yach and smoke a black then roll my sack and get some pussy, can you bake a batch of cookies keep your pelvic nice and gushy. I'll provide if needed to complete the test that's given, every blessing given left me set to my ambition. Protect you on a mission and wishing it was forever, to be better when making this cheddar keeping us together. The weather can be another set up as written letters i get to separating patience between being fed up. Let us be a sandwich in life cuz we have to ketchup, mustard up the strength to making this cheese for investors. I relish the opportunity to making this smackdown, I'm raw on my tracks now I prefer you back down