You're smiling, I'm sorry. She's vibin', no compass. When I live, you're dying. When I'm falling, you fall in. You're smiling, I'm sorry. She's vibin', no compass. When I live, you're dying. When I'm
The weavers live up the street from me. The crackheads, they live down the street from me. The tall grass makes it hard to see. Beyond my property Hey man, this is criminal. This hard line
