Burn bread every day boy, no toaster
I smoke goody, no glaucoma.
All in all I learned a lesson from it though. You never see it coming you just get to see it go.
My ex ask me where I'm moving I said 'On to better things.'
When I finish writing a rap verse. It's a lot like sex: You start off slow with ideas, like foreplay, and then you put your all into it. When you end it with the perfect thought, it's like that perfect last stroke.
Some things look better inside of the store.