Who gonna be there when you need support 'round? Who gonna be there when you stand on short ground? Who gonna be there just to hold the fort down? And who gonna be there when your stock get brought down? You trying to explode, when I changed your dress code. Hips, lips and fingertips, remember this. You started as a little ghetto flower, But I took a carnation, and made it a Kardashian. Time to start facing the realness, feel this, Going back to what it was you couldn't deal with. Tough times I fought with you the battle, The good thru the bad, sore nitsuite kangaero.
