This is a song about "Second"

They say them colors must be fake

(8 second instrumental break)

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

I believe in second chances

Gimme a second i reckon

Two reflections into one

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

Findin myself thinkin of you every second

I tend to leave them quite offended if they too dependent

Now wait just one cotton pickin' second

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

No failed romances, no second glances,

She dont have a problem with, with

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

And dying every second im living