This is a song about "We bhadd"

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

We need mandela , still we need mandela

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

We may snooze when we can

Still the man with the pan

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I know your man ain't lovin you right

We would laugh, we would cry, we would fight

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

'cuz they don’t smile or smell like you

We do what we love cause we love what we do,