Perpetually questioning my sanity
Murder his family
For those you claim friends commit, get in the thunder cold, plant the rows
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
Your stuck bad luck. you dont know who you messing with, this my
Drop 3 down and let it fly, oh let it fly, fly high
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