I try to tell them i'm one of the
Coming up in the impala.
My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room
I'm feelin on that 'rillo till i'm level with the moon
The glare makes me hard to find
I got a girl up on my mind
In the caravan with some latin bitches
I'm coming in here for a goal to rot this
Got your girl in a submission
They don't see my vision, grown man mission
Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack
Oh man this girl she keeps coming back
Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short
Oh, not again! another critic writing report
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