Thought we’d be together ’till the end
Cause thats the past,an we grown my friend,
Style is patent, the measures is drastic
But it's difficult to go hard like an old mans dick,
Heavy breathing out like an old man
Pushing in my mama van
Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick
See the bastard playing tricks, but your just an other old prick
Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend
Sometime, somewhere, i'll end up nowhere like an old trend
No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind
I guess it's just an old-fashioned south baptist state of mind,
Ok no an abuser with a bit of help so say hello to my little friend
Making passionate love 'til the daylightplus we about to get evicted, can't pay the rent
So old school, makes sense i'm an artifact
Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back
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