I am looking for the rare moobs of Jeremy ray Taylor
What I'm thinking I should do for the sake of myself
We stay on your ass
Don't know what I'ma say
Cause I don't label the bags, I stay in 'em
Don't play with us, I revisit the past
Port wine and pages of pass
I need you now,
Two's a team, three a crowd
Twelve street, I kept some lean around
Help me, it's been a minute since I seen a decent count
The wealth be the labor's fruit
The loop hold up the belt, G's felt
Dark face on the news
Clouds grey on the move
On the way like the truth
Yeah, yeah, uh
