Time's up, I'm jumpin' in the side door, a side show, dispositional, so my yo, a try-o, to a mountain, make that milestone, gemstones, ain't got nothin' on my shirt, yo, Abado, the rules I make for Pajo, shut down, I done done it, sun it, niggas, Jigga's favorite new artist he ain't heard of, Prince get me mad though, tighter than Michael Jackson's glove, the left one, a he, he wanna fall in love with me, he and she, he jelly, you ain't ready for it, and when you ready, I'll get Freddy, we adjacent on it, you complacent homie, you a pencil, I'm erasing, homie, better get big tricks, and as I wrote that, my pen ran out of ink, now look up irony and tell me what you really think. Excuse me, I am lost, please help me. Excusez-moi, je suis perdue, s'il vous plait, aidez-moi. Is that the Eiffel Tower? You thought he had fell? Sounds expensive. Parece caro. Seriously, where is the bathroom? Excusez-moi, je suis perdue, s'il vous plait, aidez-moi. Have you ever been to Paris at night? Neither have I, neither have I, neither have I, neither have I. Have you ever been to Paris at night? Neither have I, neither have I, neither have I, neither have I. Have you ever been to Paris? Nope, not at all. Me neither, and if you said you did, then I probably won't believe you got a cousin named Letha, you'll probably never meet her, cause they live in Detroit and their city be lethal. Can't buy liquor on a Sunday, what is this saying? But beyond that, man, a *** can't complain, but beyond you, I can finally see the same. Excuse me while I give myself a freakin' tan, killing my all like I'm the freak that's on the fam. It's like I'm a mood slam and you a piece of ham. I will never touch her, rather you will never touch me. Good luck, though. Runnin' and runnin' until I can't go. I click the picture, that video's a pocket. Partly polyethylene, partly a polygon made up of particles. Sparkle, that glitter ain't gold, that glitter ain't gold at all. She lyin', you lyin', defying the strike of the iron. That's hot. Step back from back to back, get that from the tip of the tap, red t-t-tattatooie. Ride em on a fondue, we step back for the cross of two. Paris, Paris at night. Can you please quiet down, girl? Neither have I, neither have I, neither have I, neither have I. Have you ever been to Paris at night? Never, ever, never, ever. Neither have I, neither have I, neither have I, neither have I. We weave on that coupon Paris. You let Rufus say I think why. I'm in Paris, nigga, I'm in Paris. In the hallway, eatin' croissants and drinkin' tea, bitch.