 I drop a jewel like your niece's name. Breaking up all the bed frames till the police came. It's the black star line I like. Mark, it's the cargo. It's all the star dust that we spark up. They say the target is vegan chicks with the tofu. It's hard, though, just to shoot the gangsta smoke, too. You're taking up all the space that's left in my heart. Now I'm waking up to a world you're breaking apart. You're trusting papers to say I'm known for breaking their hearts. It's God forsaking us because it's worth it. He's making it hard when we make love.