ya ain't Gina find me with ya head down cauce see I live in the sky sleep in the clouds and I ain't coming down nah them streets so fake way to many clowns it's a shame what a waste went and made me place what lil remains of your face in the ground ++++q)0 in the ground changed they fate traded time they words now it's to late to wish that they found someway to escape 0instead of runnin they mouths qa11a