hear me Standing with your spotlight on me Not enough to feed the hungry I'm tired and I felt it for awhile now In this sea of lonely The taste of ink
She told me, shit he be kickin' be so weak I told him, your hoe chose me I'm Goldie Be cool or we can make the heat come out Your pen work for me till the ink
pager She told me, shit he be kickin' is so weak I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie Be cool, or we can make the heat come out Your pen work for me 'till the ink
She told me, shit he be kickin' is so weak I told him, your hoe chose me I'm goldie Be cool, or we can make the heat come out Your pen work for me 'till the ink
