Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news
Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth
Why you keep falling from your own shoes?
See your dentals busted
She crazy, that stalker shit
Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues
Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,
Like the swoosh on my shoes
My time with their half-witted reviews
How beautiful are thou, africa
Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah
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