we could be

counting stars fast cars war scar's bandanna headband hair scarf's without her who cares check mail love letters none mailed oh well this love shiit is straight hell. caught feelings then fell still sprung still whip u can still tell baby paid bail freed a nigga out jail we gonna have cocktail than ima wax tail she ride it work that treadmill got nothing on but high heels now she wanna pay my light bill bay chill take her to the jungle shebe feeling thst thrill i ain't pop pill got bottles pop seal's that love shitt kills just keep it real im signing no heart deals but my hard dick kills pussy wet like drills