Alright emiraati. My turn. Once upon a time I was outside smelling a flower. I fell into the mud and had to take a shower. Holding on my bar of soap, dirty it up just a smidgen. I used to call it Dove, but now I call it pigeon. (get it? Dove? To pigeon? Never mind.)
Yo, I've been on a stroll, lookin' lookin' for someone to troll, an' now now I found you, sipping a drink next to the atoll, and its high, not you but it. yeah it, not needing to explain it, but think about love, really hard to try it, think they would buy it? Not for a chance, super-smiley, try again next time, at the nigh of day, but then you come strollin around thinking I'm just to gay... UH it's how we roll, me and my homies, go nothin on us, just chillin and tryin' get on that bus, uh, makes no sense huh? Trying to deprive it, too bad because you'll just have to buy it.