Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
Living young and wild and free
So gon' and be my dealer baby
This is something different
Social conditioning and
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse
Look, i just want to make you better
And don't ever (and don't ever)
And stop playing hide and seek,
Now it's time to eat
And a fridge and some broccoli
I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody
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