Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
So its time to make the big move
Yeah my ego aint that big,
Mad, still make em naked
Big tits and a big ass
Your life is a product of trash
Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree
Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me
But little to no interest after election
I'm a verbal resurrection, the source of apprehension
Where's your vest son? death's on the cassette slot, not resurrection
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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