I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen
Fresh to death, swallow bleach, wine glass of mr. clean
To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team
Trash rappers getting wiped out like mr. clean
Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean
I get paper like i a mail box, seen
Get your families clean in quarantine,
Exclusives, y'all never seen
They had a hell of a run
Bitch you better clean yo linen
I put it down your throat
You can't clean us with soap,
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Or peachy keen scenes of teens, nothing was squeaky clean,
Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,
Bitches pursue me like a dream
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