Sir,
Skid Row's got my * birthday.
Hey yo, Yannick, let the world feel the burn.
*,
you ain't *,
damn,
being all * in the tool drawer.
I got a bell to beat, damn *, no warm up.
They signing some of my body,
how they can't go for Paul.
All wear on, I'm on the drive.
Hustling all night.
If I die, I'm gonna make sure Paul's not happy.
I don't know if I'm gonna die,
I'm just gonna be embarrassed.
My bones are like a bomb,
I'm not afraid of anything.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.
When will I be happy?
The internet is toxic.
I'm satisfied with the show, I'm worried.
I see that person gonna be rich.
But before I get on the car,
I'm gonna be a thief.
I'm still in trouble, I can't get in.
The pain that doesn't have happiness,
it makes me sick.
I'm sorry to those who are sick.
I'm gonna put the truth in the song,
you guys have it.
Right now again,
big drip again.
I'll just do this for my mom again, again.
My guy Jack Chiu, go find Jasmine in my song.
He don't call me 18, let it flow.
I just push some *, see if they gon' need it.
And I go, go.
I'm not gonna be a thief,
I'm just gonna be embarrassed.
*,
you ain't *, I'm being obscene.
You're in my drama, I gotta battle a little bit.
I'm * and I want more.
Don't be a siren, I'm a body high.
I'm not afraid of anything.
All your arms are dry, hustling all night.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.
I'm sorry to my mom,
I made her cry.
Now I'm sick, you in the 2-door, let's go.
*, you ain't *, I'm being obscene.
You're in the 2-door,
I gotta battle a little bit.
I'm * and I want more.
Don't be a siren, I'm a body high.
I'm not afraid of anything.
All your arms are dry, hustling all night.
If I'm gonna die,
I'm gonna make sure my parents are happy.
I don't know how to cry, but I'm okay.
I got to burn my soul and burn out.
I'm watching you fly.
I'm sorry to my mom, I made her cry.