Have to move that bitch so far she need a postcard
Actually disregard that, here let me trump card
No wonder why when times get hard
Flo flo flow bad that's my card
I need my face on a black card
I mean that from the bottom of my heart
Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard
Homework is hard, postmark on the card
She likes the way it hits her lips
Girls always playing games with emotions
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time
This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard
I want that title but they got me fighting under card
Dont wanna play no mind games
And today we're still in chains
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