Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,
The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds
His attachment, flawed till his last breath/
To heaven's door -- shed so many tears
His only escape for his fuckin pops split,
So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit
Shitting his stock of cash out his ass
Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last
Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.
And i put you on the team
From the womb, my newborn child
Took his head n' beckoned his mind
Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo
And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day go
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