Texty:
Anything Box In Your Smile

you still believe... In your smile, I found the words. In your smile. In your smile. In your smile, I found the words. In your smile. In your smile... In your smile

Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high In the back of the Maybach and it cost five Hundred thou' on a ***, spent that with a smile Stackin' numbers

shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged

stage He makes your hands clap, your feet tap, your eardrums pulsate Your body will move as you flow with the groove And you smile as he propiles his

Got picnic tables on my lap, gettin' high In the back of the Maybach and it cost five Hundred thou' on a ***, spent that with a smile Stackin' numbers

shit in your ear, now, let me blow your mind Let your bones crack, your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it,

bitch up,i got x i got weed i got anything you need,when you see me in tha street,just holla at me, throw a dolla at me,bitch smile at me,this ya nigga

(claude s.) I have 45 second to show you, How your heart was torn by Disilusions, trapped by all the whims That you created, shaking with a Fear...

, Lost and alone until my eyes found you I was just a boy, Who wandered in shelter of the cold When the sun came up It smiled on you, it smiled on me