David, Mr. Brown, and Mr. Black, and Mr. Scimit
From Don Q, just you, the infinite
Brand new night, make me lick the bread that we knit
Hold on a minute
You live a clinic, you no see a garbage that make we been it
Last night she crash a party, but she a genie
Somebody just box some trample and spin it
Come help me sing it
So girl you nah walky walky out the body like a dem
Cause you no idiot girl
You prefer play stucky young love one boyfriend
Cause you no idiot girl
Life's full of