new tracksuit

new tracksuit but the soul is riding acting like a queen your lady long forgotten pulling on your ponytail trying to play with hard you ain't got no g you a coward in the yard grab a girl's hair like you're doing something brave you a gutless little boy I don't got the time for your game talking about blacks that you run through but you would never win the pressure got tired as a plot as sapling late you'll never be be a tree just a weed in the dirt that people don't see oh boy we step on our daily oh s*** where's the weed away