You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you
I still chill every day, with friends i'm closest to
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
Uprise with in and advise ya friends.
Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts
And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Made some new friends did some new things with glee
So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you
I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,
I ain't used to it, she got that hot love
Gotta think past these comments and arguments
I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents
Going hard on the weekend with parties and friends
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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