4 acessos
Computers au palais, it won't mean a thing
I break words, beats, swords, introduce the sin
Fatigue i'm sick, tired, reversible
My toxic tongue, a feather in his cap
And he wears a thong
And i'll take you in tow
I wanna sale mo'
My little prozac
And i wanna fall down
No i wanna break down
My little prozac