Within the palm of my hands, it's two sides to a tale, and I know it like the back of my hand, creating waves on the stage with abundance!, plus a mailbox full of chatter that's redundant, dancing with the stars feeling grounded, ain't good as it sounds, so he simply just resumes the habit playing with his number one fan, and he swears to GOD with that hand he will try to stay committed, he's cheating himself, I've been there and repeated myself... left more questions on the table then answered, I'll holla back, once you see I can't spoonfeed you the freedom to dig in, you dig it?, so **** the handouts, you man up and standout, and occupy the kids to be ***** trained, flush the system of the ******* for life, now death has another thing coming, the wiser man, who you can trust will leave the cleanest, the boys that wet the bed'll be the reason- the ***** was dry