I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important
But i ain't holding back even though it left my shoulders crushed,
Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes
Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips
When you're crushed by perfection
Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win
But i ain't holding back even though it left my shoulders crushed,
And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different
These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her
And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever
Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back
She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac
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