Love is in case.
All the biatches,
would know my name.
Hanging my face,
on the wall of fame.
By time,
they will see.
What i can do,
who i can be.
Cause i need,
only to breath,
smoking the weed
and moving the feet,
on the heart beat.
All the biatches,
would know my name.
Even about sixty years,
i would be the same.
By the time,
they saw.
What i can do,
by following the law.
Cause i need space,
say it in your face,
go back to base,
love is in case.