Goin' make a guy, a fool with every capability,
But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see
I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine
I cant even come up with a rhyme in the meantime
And he, what's his name, earl
Messing with love hit a new girl
You a family man, in a hatchback, with love at mind
Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind
She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate
Yes i'm in love with a grimsley, there's the truth, shit
Im lurkin in the shadows waitin for him like a creepy old guy with a staple gun
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one
It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit
That poor guy cant even take a hit
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