motherfuckin' do, I rap, I rap. Hey, what's happenin'. Goddammit Get these pussies off me, will ya?. I love it. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm fittin' to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge. The money's low
Song Lounge Act(Boombox Rehearsals) - Nirvana. Truth - covered in security. I can't let you smother me. I'd Like to, but it couldn't work. Trading off, taking turns. Don't regret a thing. And
degree. Oh, you should hear the stories, she was laying on me. We really got it on as she held my point of view, oh oh Oh, she's a lounge lizard. Coming on strong. Who you fooling. It's me you're with
