Well, the crooks are out. And the streets are gray. You know I wouldn't have it. Any other way, yeah Your mother's words. They're, they're ringing still. But your mother. Don't pay our bills
(huh). Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (yeah). Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (huh). Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Flo Milli *!). You never dated a chocolate bitch (pretty). You want a model bitch off
