I see you over there, blowing away for me
The type of tailor that when I ride, youâll see
They say he never was sad âcause he needs his power
He needs his power
But I will punch right as I take a shower
We only got an hour to feel it
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
Care about ⦠and you
Come out as I play you
These are the broadways
To rub that shame off
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
You got the eyes of a doll
Rolling all in your skull
Always they end bad
The worse thing on my dog days
Your throwaways
Letâs find me up, boy, get it like the rest
⦠Iâll do what I have to, to death
Fight with your chest out
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
Care about ⦠and you
Come out as I play you
These are the runaways
To rub that shame off
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
As I fall down your throat
I broke it off