My pocket don't drive me fast, my mother treats me slow, my statue's got a concrete
heart, but you're the coldest bitch I know. In the factory that you call your mind,
the gravy I thought's a stone, a master thief I wouldn't enter there, if nothing I would
get on, so help me. You're pretending that you got it made, you know I know you know
the truth, you're still serving cookies and Kool-Aid, you're so proper and so cute.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my mother treats me slow, my statue's got a concrete heart,
but you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, but you're the coldest
bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, but you're the coldest
bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, but you're the coldest
bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, but you're the coldest
bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, but you're the coldest
bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, but you're the coldest
bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, but you're the coldest
bitch I know, so help me.
My pocket don't drive me fast, my statue's got a concrete heart, so help me.
