Let my angel sing
For going on being
I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit
To being a being and beating the back roads and being it
And while you doin you
You were the friend that kept me true,
I'm a killa it's true
Wanna spend it all on you
M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater
And that i spent the night with her
I wanna feel whats true
Raised by a momma who, who
The boa know they loving the crew
Its only game plus none of thats true
She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you
But being blatant bigots? calling that same reason true?
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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