They tryin to say that i don't care
Just the fact of being there
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs
Just the fact of being there
Let me hear that beat, air
A mind made of feces,
I'm why baby mamas leave
Took the form of a human being
And how it feels to feel that feeling
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
But thats the life of a human being
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