I can taste the salt from my tears
Dear me, in about ten years
I gotta bounce, i don’t call her
My knees on the ground, dear father
Do we plan for our future
Or something that you paid for
That don’t mean i’ma stunt her
No prospects for the future
That moschino shit is so back
Reigns, of being a husband and a dad.
I think it excited her
Destiny or future
Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through
Become my husband nothing can undo how i feel about you
Dear lord forgive me forgive me oh
I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago
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