words. Baby, I like your style. Grips on your waist. Front way, back way. You know that I don't play. Streets not safe. But I never run away. Even when I'm away. Oti, oti, there's never much love when
words. I got stars in my eyes. And a sea in the dark. Just a word to the wise. Don't go tripping over your heart. 'Cause it feels so fast. When you're going down. All you see is a flash. Like a boxer
