Imagine you have driven past a restaurant and thought to yourself, 'That would be a nice place to take the missus for an evening out,' and in no time at all you have found yourself flicking through the Yellow Pages in search of the phonenumber.

[…] I’m a dethroned elder child, remember. My temper isn’t so damned long as you sometimes think!

I couldn't bear to let you go yet So I threw caution to the wind And started listening to my longing heart And then you softly pressed your lips to mine And feelings surfaced I'd suppressed For such a long time.

Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos / Tryin' to stick a nigga for his pesos