• Written by shrooms
ya, ya, ya, ya;
im on the
cha cha cha;
dancing in costa rica...
incoming shipment of that white
la la la;
were slowly winning the race,
on the 407 trying to space...
out my rhymes,
baby girl you know the time,
sorry but pain de mafieux aint a crime;
no need to tie my shoe,
I calculated every step we will go through,
facing the dragon at the saloon,
some say that if you lose;
well we won’t step into that tune;
im just wearing my crown,
you prayed for me so I came down,
resurrecting you are now bound;
to my rhyme,
it transcends all this spacetime,
diving into my line...
one day I will be fine;