This is a song about "But"

Nothing but misery

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

They like talking, its like gossip

I may be shorter than 5'3" but

Bitches is artificially duck

But that's reality.

Than the muse of a family

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

But it's not like that, but it's not like that, at all

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

But i'm a lazy boy but there's change in my lining

Rhythms to write it in, but

She was the queen of the club