Blood and cuts, ifs and buts
As she goes through the levels
And some strawberries and some chocolate
Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
Grab the scissors and saws and
This how i hear it different
I was born to do the damn thing
And i'm dizzy and spinning
Living young and wild and free
Where you belong with your family
And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and
My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident
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