can't luv

Ran up the bag, I don't miss. Moving fast, can't let it slip. Double up, don't throw chips. I don't fall, never trip. Yeah. Whoa, wait. I serve owners. Ride out with the clique on whip. Wax up, count blue jays, sip. Too cold, my fit don't quit. They watch when I walk through. I drip when I come through. I can't do what they do. I stand on what I move. Ran up the bag, I don't miss. Moving fast, can't let it slip. Double up, don't throw chips. I don't fall, never trip.