I Guess It Really Is Just Me,

I Got Bath Water You Could Soak In, Things I Could Do With Lotion.

I'm Allergic To Coming In Second But I Never Sneeze.

And I Met Your Baby Moms Last Night. We Took A Picture Together, I Hope She Frames It. And I Was Drinking At The Palms Last Night. And Ended Up Losing Everything That I Came With.

When I Finish Writing A Rap Verse. It's A Lot Like Sex: You Start Off Slow With Ideas, Like Foreplay, And Then You Put Your All Into It. When You End It With The Perfect Thought, It's Like That Perfect Last Stroke.

Still Here With My Day Jne Niggas