Fed the bitch pesticides and let the pest decide
I used to write rhymes, all day and all night
Am i coming or going? i can barely decide
‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night
This battle will decide your fate
Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight
Roller, can't decide which way to roll over/
And there's little to be glad for
I just embrace it and take it in within my essence
But y'all still live where corporations will decide elections,
Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight
So take this advice and then decide if im fake,
I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet
And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that
Baby father bullshittin', you two don't even speak
Or seek some hot shit to speak and decide to compete
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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