I spitting bars the metronome the money machine
Hope to go seven 1000 year ago walking in hopes ravine
Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo
To reveal all the fictions and its tragic i know.
I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what
I bet when im about 80 ill be crippling, but
So i say i love you to every girl that's interested,
Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit
Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
To accomplish what i envision, not playing the right positions
Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference
And its tragic i know, cause see i am a menace,
You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis
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