You've gone middle of the road You fall into fashion You fall out again When we stick together 'Cause it never ends Here comes a low (I'm a boy and
Fall into fashion) Fall out again (Fall out again) We stick together (We stick together) Cos it never ends (It never ends) Here comes a low (I'm a boy
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(Fall into fashion) Fall out again (Fall out again) We stick together (We stick together) Cos it never ends (It never ends) Here comes a low (I'm a
grind its b- to the r- a-t trust that I'm crazy JD pays me im such an effin ladie... [Verse 5: bow WOW] Im boweezi prince of the o-town Just got the
ask me could the champ come and train with me Cause my liquidatin flows transpose on niggaroles Individuals, close they eyes, cause I blurred they visuals And I'm
But they can't see what we see Thugged out like wherever we be M-a-z-e, n.o.r.e., musolini (noreaga) Now that's that shit that I'm talking about and
Oh, my eyes are red, how am I supposed to put my photos on facebook? Yo, I hear you got a problem Yo I'm CMYKilla, I'm here to answer your prayers,
act i empty the sack its b to the r-a-t trust that im crazy JD pays me im such acting lady Bow: Im bow weezy prince of the o-town Just got the wheels
