Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats
Lift 'em up and down like eight hundred thousand pound packs
She all on my skin
Suicide depression,
Your new man got my respect
Clinically depressed,
Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,
Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough
Get in the mood on blacc friday
Arguing everyday,
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