The smoking && injuries made mom's lungs weak && her body hurt
I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word
He said '' never will i treat you inferior again'' and his son hugged him with brutal injuries
Where you been and who you wit, i get no room to breatheit makes me wanna leave, i'm sick of these tricks up your sleeve
Got the villainy in store, causing injuries galore
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory
That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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