Without a Break

If my feet Light like a cloud Of the sea but this so Hard If these Feet flow like the girl Of a man Who would easily Six out of Eight, we're sour fruit If this so far Fast like a dove Running With no wild bread If these Feet wild animals Coming through In the day Not the day or night We're sour Fruit We're sour fruit We're Sour fruit We're sour fruit If My monster Keep me on high road Doing up like hell or Down You wicked feet, You're fifty feet So I sweep the insult We're sour Fruit We're sour Fruit We're sour fruit We're Sour Fruit