This is a year-end fishing for pushovers. Bait. Touts snatching them without a hook.
My record, skill is always (seen) as a lie,
I’m so sorry but I love you. I just f**k it, it’s a quickie.
It’s been a year, MAMA. Because you set such a large table/awards (sang), You hand it out generously so your children don’t fight.
I’m all grown up now so I get full from even watching,
Just feed the younger ones.
August 18 of ’88. You getting wrinkles trying to copy my fate, is your fate.
My age is adding two and seven, it’s natural.
I’m the player on stage, so just be a fangirl.
Show Me The Money? I don’t even know how much I have.
Gold watch and necklace is just cute.
This year passed and new year is snatching up. I’ll share with you. Dragon (yong) Money.
Here you go, allowance (yong-don).
