the N.Z You so wrong like a dead end street We hard to beat Not aggressive on percussion, but conscience of what we speak Millennium folk music addressing
die once but you can live forever So I put my life in my music, however Y'all kill me I just play dead I got big city dreams Don't wake me ya hear? But
trying to play me like the bitch all that Shoot, clocked her daughter, for acting out of order To impress a girl who to me knocked her out the water!
