words. Tell me because I've said it all. I've got a feeling we must've hit a wall here. And baby boy, please tell me like it is. 'Cause you talk 'nuff but you never act on it. Because the drive it is
Gold on the ceiling, do it for the feeling. Not for the paycheck. Rolling palm trees, yeah, no stress season. Feet up and I'm laid back. So high, can't even take my jacket off. Smoke from my lips look
