“…How every song sounds the same…”
“Honey, honey, baby. Honey, honey, baby.”
“Oh, why did you shoot me?”
“Specially like the New York stuff, I like it how it’s all over produced. … What the fuck you’re looking at, bitch?”
“…How every song sounds the same…”
“Honey, honey, baby. Honey, honey, baby.”
“Oh, why did you shoot me?”
“Specially like the New York stuff, I like it how it’s all over produced. … What the fuck you’re looking at, bitch?”