Rule: yeah yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up. What the fuck do you want before I
open up this grey box?
Girl: Nigga, you know what I want. I want that x.
Rule: yeah, but what kind you want? You want the white booties, you want the
green nikes, you want the Calvin Kleins, you want the Versaces. You know I got
it all. Please believe that. You, how high you wanna fly?I don't have to be specific when I wanna hug you
You had a natural right to be born to become
Yes having my small niece(heaven must at least) becomes (so) acceptable to me
I'd feel angry had I lost you and can't imagine where you might be
Where do baby leaves go when they die
Oh, why I do not mourn
God is a feeling of loving yourself
You're precious to me, you know that
Stretch in your arms
Wrap 'em 'round tight
Loving myself
With all my might
Where do baby leaves go when they die
Oh, why I do not mourn
God is a feeling of loving yourself
You're precious to me, you know that
Take a look inside you'll see
See how I'm doing
A message, something says to me
Tells me I'm right
So you want a potion to send me away
Daddy, my love, cannot get in today