Flyin

Flying, until I'm dying. My hand, timing. Kick it in the air, Prying, you ain't trying. I'm cold, lying. Dude, I'm still aware. Riding, the rail I'm grinding while I'm rhyming shit you wouldn't dare....

She don't want anybody to be there for her She don't want anything She goes into her room And turns off all the lights Gets a candle from her drawer - pulls the curtain and then locks the door It's...