Music getting louder, bass is bumping out in outer space
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
Drop the bass like it's straight outta college
- you gon' fuckin' love me bitch
And where we've come and how we still have to go really far
Bitch put the fuckin mic down go play a guitar
Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red
Spun guitar strings, wrapped around your neck
Subtweets lower than sub-bass blasting submarines,
Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats
That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last
Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win
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