I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
The director, host is my agenda, italian leather
Where the fuckin movie nigga, i'm the director
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Sitting in the bathroom expecting the director
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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