She bought me confidence
Cortes with the conquest
Aztec I threw the swoosh on it
Azteca woods, bad juice on it
Pink skyline on the blue suede, bring sunrise to my new day
Alabama with the color way, highways break em in and run it back my way
Eyes keep fixed watch on the healing sun, pupils burning up on shallow, stiff sleep
But my Desdemona found the real ones, pray I'm furnished with the swift feet