Press fast forward, fuk it, to the next episode

I wouldn’t even spend a dime on it, even bootleg downloads

These streets is like an infected lymph node

That’s waiting to be explode

Only Sundays is when EVERY hethen just wanna be  in CHURCH MODE

How do u suppose,,,,

For real, be real with ur self

And,,, Ladies,,, get ur crown from shelf

And tell that man that u sure do love thyself

More than love itself

 I mean isn’t it suppose to be like that? What else

If u dint agree, u can use a little self help

Ladies should lead, and her man shall follow

And tend to ur needs, like an Oracle of Apollo

His love should never make ur heart feel hallow

Or like, when ur mind wonders, like, “where’s Geraldo?”