Like a sunny breeze.
Like owning fashion.
Like smelling good.
Like spending money.
Like laughing.
Like baby take off your clothes.
And stand there
let me look at you.

Like new cars.
Like new everything.

Like look I cant believe how fucking stupid our neighbors look.

Like being on top. And not like some dumb drug fantasy.

Like total mack pimps. Like principals bending hot french teachers over minivan seats in sports bar parking lots on 50 cent wing nights.

Like that like

totally Running shit.

With our nuts out.

Running shit

Like yeah