ColdSideOfThePillow

There I go, there I go slamming caddie doors
You stay with hoes for you no sympathy inside these bones (ah)
Like dismissing drawing magic trying to evolve
You always move without your heart, you need money and fall
Fall, fall, you gone fall off
Fall, fall, you gone fall off
Fall, fall, you gone fall off
Fall, fall, you gone fall off
What, yeah, SESH