This is a song about "Starbucks lovers"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Focus on the journey, hold your lovers and friends close

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Last night a couple of lovers tossed each other of a bridge

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Do i bring discomfert to you're upper middle class starbucks dicks

The hard, fast dope has a whole lot of coroners

But i see other people every day with their lovers

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Explosion even killing the starbucks liberals