Roll me up in a rizla and smoke me down to ashes.
I feel collassal like I’m Andre 3000. The cash is
Not a priority - see loyaly I’m in it for.
An ounce of disrespect – I turn into a matador.
A serial killer. Gorilla my glue is stronger now.
Caught up in feelings meaning that my nights are longer now.
See I cannot allow myself to be a waste of talent.
Cause lack of confidence is like the strongest moth repellant.
Now I’m in elegant clothes but acting goofy still.
I never plan it like I’m Pluto, but know Goofy will!
