If thats not proof enough to cause a rude erupt in your uterus
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely
The place to start is in our music, not the economy
Back to my life application, you might think i'm happy, with this good fucking grades
In the beginning i became the councillor, not just to my friend but to my classmates,
Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain
I'm still in pain/it's not easy to explain/i spit lyrics to entertain,things ain't the same
I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel
They said in my head im not to stable,
I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more
To be fought, not finding refuge in the ones they adore/
Not even in the colon, so he had to reopen the book of the woven
You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
His mama told him not to go out in the rain eya-eya o
If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio
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