Simon Said

(Aye) Yuh, do that shit, like Simon said, aye

To the top I'll climb that ledge, aye

Skipping rocks just to find that edge

Better climb that end, til the time is spent, aye

Mold the mind, the like the clay was forming

Angel dust, just hit the pocket wrist is Foreman

In the morning, cuddle up that bitch I'm scoring

Off the wall, I just put these bands up in sport

And kicked the corner, these bitches don't get the point

I missed the coroner by a couple inch and point

He lift the burner right up at my shit in sorts