Jungle (00:17)

Ain’t nothing old but my soul I keep it spinning like the globe this rose it might be gold and this car here might be old but the bitch that’s in its new and the money come in blues they acting like they know me over half don’t know the truth my green is sticky glue I’m high no parachute she blow just like a flute and say it taste just like some fruits you see me bowing to who don’t leave the house with out that tho that thodoodoo try me crazy and watch it boom then go and take this Barbie to a room she wanna ride this stick just a broom