It’s official, she my misses
Suspicious babies in britches
Looking like ya shit you britches in a heavy rap of mist
It's them who've lost love, and love for a lyricist
Stabbin' guys minds with young britches thinkin' they too grown
Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone
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