Текст песни Letter to Yvonne Okoro - Criss Waddle feat. Kelvin Black

Things fall apart
But there′s no need to rush
You my girl and I'll say that proudly
Come sit right beside me o girl
Nobody nobody loves you
I want to bost bost yiur mental
I fit to die on top your matter
We must supposed to be together
Be my bread I′ll be your butter
I no wanna vex I sound like thunder
Nanso baby e be me and you forever
Be my bread I'll be your butter