. Don't cry, I'll bless you. with a text soon. I gotta go, but I'll. be back next June. Or July. Sparks in the sky. She said, 'Boy you crazy. '. Nah, I'm Shwayze. I met her at a backyard
plane. Pop Bottles make it rain. Every night is all the same. Hit the club,. Hit the after Party. Then we Verse 3. Now put your hands in the sky. If you wanna get drunk tonight. And wave em side
knows hockey aint for black kids,. They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick,. Pinnin every dome in Hollywood to the matress,. Sin in every city, LA to Manhattan. Grinnin like Im guilty, but I dunno
knows hockey aint for black kids,. They call me Shwayze, kinda like Patrick,. Pinnin every dome in Hollywood to the matress,. Sin in every city, LA to Manhattan. Grinnin like Im guilty, but I dunno
