1800
I had enough come up for 24,
Yeh I was misled and cursed at the door,
We on your level 2 trying to do what lovers do,
I hope one day they will give it to you,
However, the steal behind my head is they would,
And in the blackness just like now U could,
Once a nation so great without mistakes,
Is just bow to icing on the cake,
My manger is that we were already gone,
Yet, that is bipartisan to another love song,
Maintaining the camera you look so beautiful,
As we make love in the shower of cubicles,
You aint enough for me so u wont hurt nobody,
But u understand the fight like Rocky,
My LorD is patient as the flesh exist,
And blessed you are up and down the trench.
