I get tired, aye
Fifty racks on my attire
I don't care about the fire
Let it burn like the fire
This young bad hoe
She can feel me but I hide though
(I got drugs honestly)
I don't care about the ceiling
Let it feel what I am feeling
But I love you, but I love you, only you, ooh, ooh
I got love for you, love me, love me, love me
I get tired, aye
Fifty racks on my attire
I don't care about the fire
Let it burn like the fire
She stuck in the bathroom
She can feel me but I hide though
(I got drugs honestly)
I don't care about the ceiling
Let it feel what I am feeling
But I love you, but I love you, only you, ooh, ooh
I got love for you, love me, love me, love me