They tryin to say that i don't care
Just the fact of being there
Tell your girls, to come join our table
Of being rich and powerful
Cause instead of being that wasteful sperm
I killed my manager with an iron
See, and now life seem hard
You think you are all smart,
You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused
Whatever spout that it fell out of my smart aleck mouth, it was so weird
And any connotation is viewed many ways
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
Am sick of being stuck for grass
Bring your pen and your weed stash
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