Mortimer
Gold Member
But it was just the dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolies at sixteen And runnin' up in gates, and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts
Started smokin' woolies at sixteen And runnin' up in gates, and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question I would speed, for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts