All my music is in the first place a matter of feeling and instinct. Do not ask me why I have written thus and not otherwise. I can give only one answer to this: I wrote the way I felt.
“Your wife said, “Haram,” but we already fell from quite a height
This what happen, left to his own device
You’d be embarrassed to know the price (It wasn’t much)
The bag was light, the rags was still tied tight
There was no particular gripe, I seent it all crescendo
Stepped over son when it was my turn at the window
Backwoodz single, change on plexiglass
Yeah, that’s my jingle“
billy woods | “houthi”