Always got a song to do can't get along it's true
Rob, he's be telling me good things about you"
Maybe its god putting the good things on hold.
She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed
Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives
You u can go back home and erase all the things
Dc's here, this is where crack lives
Relive all the good times
All the things we been through
I think i could save you
Nor all the things you do.
No one like you
Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed
Still remember all the things you said
Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive
How did all them bastards get a good job, good life,
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