This is the talent show okay do your best singing or like instrument or something just do something outside funny or call or yeah okay

I know you're somewhere out there somewhere far away I want you back I want you back And they will see.

I'm out of town they were in my rounds my crush clean my booty hoe brown

The hustle, the fighting, they all wanna fight on me. Photos, no photos, and talks about hoes that they don't know. Oh, they talk, though. Oh, a wrench box, thanks God. I want someone to understand

Look what I did oh

BABY OOOH! God you've always been mine! MINE! BABY! BABY! BABY! OOOH! My baby food!

FaceTime me if you like it or not because I was trying to make it funny

In the back of my mind you died and I didn't even cry no not a single tear and I'm sick of waiting patiently

Nona single too and I am sick of waiting patiently for someone that I won't need it or eyes

Show names of midnight then I will serve you feel