Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them
Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron
No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit
*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,
Everybody witnessed tombstone by taker and 2f5's by brock the baker
They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor
And kill yourself and your clique
The revolution will proceed
I fear no opponent
Grab the scissors and saws and
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
And don't ever (and don't ever)
Or something that you paid for
Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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