Hope tomorrow brings a better day Coz it was sunny on Sunday But it’s turned so cold Looks like sweater weather Monday It gets heavy But I’m taking it lightly You make that face you do Like your ready to fight me We’ll ding ding U a boxer I’m a cage fighter In the same ring Connor mcgregor vs mayweather Ok what ever It’s like you really Wana find me guilty Make a murderer outa me Like Steve Avery Have u lost your mind man Have u gone crazy Do your worst man It don’t phase Storm round 3 days in a dressing gown And a fat frown I'm quazi Modo can't back down I carry off like queen Freddie Mercury And your asking me Why u starting b just sat here thinkin when your on one u look handsome While your getting all riled And it’s driving me wild Can’t remember what we’re fighting about Any how forget what we said Let’s make out in the kitchen instead Make out in the kitchen instead Do your worst man It don’t phase me