Realize that I am searching for a new face to put to the old, torn love letters,
And I’m no more your soul mate, than you are the savior of my sorry soul.
"Yo, yo, yo, 1, 4, 8, 3-to-the-3-to-the-6-to-the-9. Representin’ the ABQ. What up, biatch? Leave it at the tone!"