Do I have to share my dirty secrets?
What kind of dirt do you like
Guess I'm feeling free and
and it's an easy feeling to bare
Lately it seems that my dreams
are interfered, by an inferior
december reed
december cold
december branches and the ice
The thin Ice I've been skating on
I wont call or text
I wont even vex about it
You'll never be a gangsta
without making a sound in this neighborhood