Ivy Sole – West Lyrics
[Verse One: Ivy Sole] First crush was the preacher’s son First punch was Chelsea, that’s my round got her back til kingdom come At BAC we was the freshest, smartest, since kindergarten, pardon my pompous But my circumstances should’ve had me dearly departed We were starved for opportunity and begging for immunity From violence we never started, from trauma that we ain’t seek Moving units […]