We will see a new day, and say goodbye to our sorrows
80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes
I can create a new way for your brain to think and operate
Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break
But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn
And get a new plan, momma's got a new man
Hoping that's the way the future goes, hoping you won't hit a new low
You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though
Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb
But it's for blood i'm starvin', every day another face on a new milk carton
Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards
Day turns to night a new year starts
Than me, find a new endeavor
And there's little to be glad for
I take tokes while you little niggas take notes
Your wife's opened a new store, store's got a new mans cones,
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