You lost it all, you\'ll pray to a bible
I remember times I have no idle
She looks for me, Becoming like why Though
No love for me, be out in that night Though
I\'m trying to get it
I can\'t kick it
you leave me but tell why lie though
No answer, I guess I know why hoe
You won\'t with it Guess I\'ll fly though
Make money ain\'t got no rivals