♪♪ Wah gwan, Delilah, what's it like in Toronto City?
I'm two thousand kilometres away
But girl, tonight, you look so bad, oh, yes, you do
Dundas Square don't shine as bright as you
Top left, tooop leeeft
Wah gwan, Delilah, you live far, it's such a mission
I can finesse my way on the transit
But nowadays, these guys are dissing, are you duuumb?
I scan my Presto wit' no fuuunds
Kick me off, you get bruuunched

Ohhhh, don't you be acting mean
Ohhh, there's a .40 in my jeans (Lah, lah)
And ohhhh, your shorty wants to reach
Ohhh, these are Mike Amiri jeans (Lah, lah) ♪♪

Let's say, for the sake of argument, hypothetically, I'm a quirked up white boy. And if I was a quirked up white boy, then theoretically, that would also mean that I'm Busting it down. (Sexual Style). Now, we understand, now, that I'm a quirked up white boy, who's busting it down. (Sexual Style). Does that in turn, automatically mean that I'm goated with the sauce? It's true! They don't want you to know that but it's true.

I forgot who you were but I think we were somewhere together idk

Added because your profile is epic

+rep endorses Alberto Gorgonzola sauce theory

+rep my sniper pocket bf <3