Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun
Made me a better person
But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone
How 'bout i talk about pimps and hoes when i go write a song,
Just lay back, get your face slapped
I made a song at camp
I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses i'm a crooked surgeon
Fuck ur wack bars u weak version of a mean person
Not a morning person, hell no
You haven't flowered loco
Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been
He never actually was a bad person,
While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines
I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times
Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights
I’m a pretty dark person, i’ve though about ending it a million times
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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