Even more proof that I brained my damage:
I got a friend that only has a tape deck in her car. I got a friend, she’s no stranger at the bar.
I got a friend that will wears ugly-ass shoes. I got a friend, she’s got a couple of tattoos.
I got a friend that sells herself short. I got a friend, she’s my current means of transport.
I got a friend who is not afraid to roll. I got a friend, she’s still on parole.
I got a friend who can cook and clean. I got a friend, she’s a misfit of me.
(SEE ALSO: Instant Club Hit: Smellin’ Like Sluggo)
