MOVE, SHAKE, DROP
- Pitbull -


I'm writing this a tortured soul.

Nick, honey, I adore you to death, but how could you?

You put this enormous weight on my shoulders, you ripped my heart in two, my hands are trembling, I can't feel my feet.

Oh, the deception!

But I'll persevere, for bootyliciousness is to be earned.

break