Right, baby
Right, baby
Right, baby
Yeah, did you think brought all the girls outside?
You'll see when the doves just don't fly
They all work for the version I created
Cal the 40s, man
You throwing up for the open, man
Must be yours, can't be mine
Everything except the heartbeats, man
You did a cool one around the phone line
It's scary, you don't wanna come outside
Mom said don't even rattle them twice
I put the keys next to the J-Rice
There's Fowler and Coke, but I prefer Sprite
Now everything's light
Top of the league in blue light
I wish there was no blue lights
Maybe there'd be blue skies
And then let me do a takeover, that one
And then let me do a takeover, that one
