«Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out, Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out — am I high? Perhaps... I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out, Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth. Till the smoke clears out — am I high? Perhaps... I'ma rip this shit till my bone collapse.
