This is a song about "Grace omalley"

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Call me 3 days grace, im 3 doors down

My name is timb aka thomas crown

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

Let's pretend he was never forced to pray for the grace,

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection

Cuz the grace won't recognize his face once i fucking waste him,

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Y’all sing amazing grace, and yet pray hate for gays,

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave