Pretending to be awake 'n
Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one
I'll never call you bitch again
You mental state deteriorates n,
Tried perfecting my letters n
My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen
I rather give you my last to see you live again
Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n
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