Water Flow

 

Sometimes I tread waters so deep, emotions they creep, down on my knees, bound from my head to my feet, this bitch is in heat, but it’s the bic full flip inked clip when I talk my shit, I mean my pen, boy what the f*** are you saying, if my lyrics was a race I relapse, you relaying, he catch when I’m spraying, squirt it in his eye two times, he held the pussy open trying to see if could catch these rhymes, I tick like time, fixated when we grind.

I think you got my mind.