The answer to the question of life is a gray-haired prick, at least, suckinโ on the ebony dancer in between these dirty sheets, spitting out the aftertaste of a boy who might not call again.
There's a mountain y hat's mighty high. Can't reach the top unless U fly.
Ain't about the money.
It's about the gold.
21st century.
Money just got sold, y'all...
Can U hear me ? ๐ฃ๏ธ