OK

OK, cuz it's OK.

People Looking at me in a very strange way.

I yep, i guess that's what people say.

Homie be sorry, cuz he ran away, I said, "well it's K."

At a bar chilling, well I guess Homie didn't knew what he was doing.

So before that, deep in my heart, I knew trouble will start.

While me, and my drunken Homie ran out of the bar in my car, we got chased, soon or later we had trouble we never faced.

Bullets came after us like a boss, but we never fuss, nor cuss, cuz we knew everything was OK.

Hiding in a mall, we heard a strange call, noises came everywhere, we showed no feelings like we didn't care.

We ran way, and I said to my Homie, It was OK.