She grabs the yellow bottle
Cause life don't come with no manual
'cuz my life is a car with no hands on the wheel,
Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear
With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,
So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat
Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies
I say its a hard life growing up, with no trust with you're parents, hard life
I have no fucking problem or whores in my life
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
No life ahead of them
The heartz of men
I feel like a low-life, with no life
Becoming someone you don't recognize
I'm everything that they call nice
I feel like a low-life, with no life
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