Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in, but they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in.
I drive two black cars, I named em Malcolm X and Martin Luther.
This supposed to be yall year? We aint get the memo.
I don't talk to the groupies. I talk to nice, upstanding women. The groupies don't get my attention. It's the women that I like.
The contract like '91 Dan Marino. I swear this guy Michael Rapino's boostin my ego.
You don't even have to ask twice, you could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice.