early this morning I wrote these rhymes 'cause I been bagging my feelings one at a time I said 1, and 2, make 3 and 4, without a doorbell they knock for more who be creepin down, my cray, driveway? whoever they be, they're here to stay. 'Cause when Pele comes to get ya' man, she pulls real hard; shaved legs, buffed out--in leotards...