Give
it up.
Yeah.
Bacalava.
Yeah.
Sweetest broken dates.
Yeah.
Only for dolphins.
Queen *.
Millennium thugs.
When they landed here,
your boy was stranded here.
Kinda crazy.
Started all this * with just a strand of hair.
Me and my wife all night,
swing from the chandeliers.
* acrobatic artistry.
Bitch, pardon me.
You could feel this like some H inside your artery.
Give love to the departed,
always know they'll be a part of me.
On expensive drugs, I spill Chardonnay.
My initial script in cursive on the headrest of the base target seat.
Better maintain low tones when you talking to me.
* around and get your C-bass smothered.
I'll choke you the * out like I'm a D-ass brother.
Then I'll jump back in the sports car,
bumping heavy D's.
Bitch, I'm very me.
Look,
it's Bronson smoking drugs under the cherry tree.
It's him, baby.
Sweetest love.
It's the sweetest love I've ever known.
The sweetest love.
The sweetest love.
20 Kawasaki's looking like wild horses on stampede.
I look like a character that was drawn by Stan Lee.
Strange flight to Junus and Vick and speed up a crackhead.
Took five minutes to get from here to Baghdad.
All around the world,
I'm known by different names.
Never the real one,
cause motherfucking * done changed.
Spin a revolver when it's high noon and lift that brain.
Baby,
just fix the plate up so I can whip this plane.
I need to focus,
dear,
but there's all this hash that needs some smoking here.
If we get attacked in the woods,
I'll have to choke the bear.
It's all a bunch of smoke and mirrors.
Just give me a moment, baby.
Don't get near me.
Don't * touch me.
*, that's it.
Please.
Sweetest love.
Sweetest love I've ever known.
I love you.
I
love you.
I miss you.
I'll kiss you.
I need you.