Aug 10, 2003 02:15
And i will explode on the scene like someone was smoking at a gas station. They will not know what hit them. Im like lightning to a metal tower.
I come from the left . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . And from the right
This is the dawning of a new day and the end of the begining. It's either sink or swim, unless you fly right over it. Counting down the days, a few last hurrahs, and then all bets are off and all debts are called in. Im going to slam it down like its a hot pan you thought was cold. College you have met your match.