 What's happening? Frank in his prime watching fly to the moon. She said the flowers smell better in the middle of June. I believe it. You ever seen a nigga riding a deuce? Can't he paint leather seats like the sky's the roof? I turn around, she put a pill in my juice. Not the type to kill the pain, the type to make you lose. I never thought I'd ever say this before, but you're the one that got me feeling like I've been here before.