Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash
Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
You flake n your soft a waste to us all your a prisoner of this rap
Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow
Is it a corn row or a fro
Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop
While he lobs corn on the cob up into his fat fuckin' gob
The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',
Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him
While im eating an ear of corn
Everyday a star is born
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