bastard

Since I had the polo with the big pony

They've been pony

All the best things got built up slowly

But the worse things crash and burn and last five minutes, and die with the moment

Straight road when I roam through Roman

Hard headed but I'm still soft spoken

She's waiting for her nails to dry and it's making us late, that's why she's moody

I came in a vest and slacks, they're pulling out suits, now they wanna sue me

She drank too much wine, said she wanna go home, she's feeling woozy

And she's getting all flirty, dirty dancing, Patrick Swayze

The game aint based on sympathy

So I had to go find me a loop hole

How can I jump on a mic, do monotone?

Now my left wrist doing up two-tone

Everyday I done missions

You can't blame me when I want to free roam

Yeah

Now it's just peppercorn sauce with a T-bone

No, it's all there, it's all proper

You know we used to push rocks, now I rock Nocta tracksuits into Roka

Goblin giving me brain, got a skull in my hand, I'm not the witch doctor

Don't die for your pride and posture

You know my team ain't regular

It's a Fergie, prime united, big shooters, I got the nicest roster

Still uptown doing nicest lobster

But I don't eat no abomination

Get paper 'cause I've got a lot of patience

Got a zodiac ting, all doing my swede in

Talking about affirmations