Chynna: I know I said I love you Mo, but I can't claim you at the door I need the bread before the show, or else it ain't my show no more You wanna f** me yo, fasho Is you that lucky? i don't know I'm letting nature run its course I'm getting faded while ya talking You been talking rather often When ya finished, I'll be sauced In the kitchen with some liquor, thats the sh** that throw you off If my conscience did this sh**