Perhaps it's just a fantasy
Like your raps are crusty.
Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer
Vizions blankets are crusty and white because he masturbates to my profile picture,
Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen
Shut yo big fat crusty ignorant lips up and listen
The blunt that's lit, burnt me quick and blood gushed from my crusty lips
My city's culture to the game now in existence
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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