This is a song about "Words from 1989"

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Words im merely speaking are leaking from my potent brain

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

She's lost for words from the #tire #placement on her neck hide

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Killin em softly with words

That try to chase these skirts

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Immersed in the words that surge when i spurt from my high head.

You can't erase these words from your brain

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

No grief into these words

Shout out bobby on hundreds