Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
My lady, my baby
Or two. or maybe three?
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy
Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
Three strikes, two tokes, one time for your mind
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind
My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets
I'll chew a new one up every two to three minutes,
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