 But why stress? Try and remember when. Maybe bit the tender-skinned babysitter Gwendolyn. The type to hit and run and go tell a friend. Word to El Moreto, cucaracha, exoskeleton. He know, flow like interstellar wind. Toa rap, gin vibes, toe into hell again. One, two, check, me too. Loose wreck, see through your gooseneck.