Fresh from the block of my village,
She was holding a gun,
Hot stuff but I won't admit it,
When the damage is done,
Oooooh, she knows, she knows, she knows,
Ooooooh,
The sense of regret will leave you,
Feeling on your own.
Well, that's not what we've come here for, is it baby?
Don't rectify my innocence, cause I don't have any,
Ooooh, Oooooh,
Quit, pretentiousness it's cancerous,
It's driving me crazy.
Taste me don't mix with vanilla,
