Yankee.

I hope you lose my mind and my sanity chasing the hopeless romantic.

He's lost and not past me.

Tired of this and I'm sick.

She's so lost in her vanity, narcissistic ways of a bad bitch.

We won't understand it until time is right.

I know the prophets.

Buddy Black, I see all my nonsense.

Steady, I give them, give them.

Money, I feed, give them.

Oh, keep surviving for your own good.

This is called wisdom.

You get to go do you no good.

No good.

I don't feel like you give me.

I see you want to kill me.

Pack your baggie.

Pack your baggie.

Otillo, Otillo, Otillo

Otila, Otila Otila, Otila, Otila

Otilo, Otilo, Otilo Know the most when I look in your eyes I wish I didn't have to say bye-bye No motion for the past is gone Otilo, Otilo

It will be a lie if I come and say I don't miss what we have.

But what type of guy would ask you to be just to be your dumb ass?

A really sick one.

And no woman getting type of guy.

Cannot be this one.

She want to boo-ga-boo, God, she a big boy.

Make sure I'm up with me a lot, you know we don't sit down.

And I could be prosperous, but I'm too blind.

See, I'm a narcissist.

Tell you, I give them, give them.

Money I think give down.

Whoa.

You should stop it for your own good.

This a cop is that you get to go do you not good, not good.

I don't feel that you give me.

I don't feel that you give me.

I see you want to kill me Pack your baggie, pack your baggie Otila, Otila, Otila

Otzilowe, Otzilowe

Otila, Otila, Otila Otila, Otila, Otila

Know they must when I look in your eyes.

I wish I didn't have to tell you bye-bye.

No more shit for the past.

It's gone.

Who do you love?

Who do you love?

Oh, baby.

Yank.