Surrounded by the irony of living in the city
This anxiety is burning me to the thousandth degree,
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
For my cs degree, at 2 am or something like that.
You mothers still in grade school i got a degree
Now i know a lotta styles, some see
Third degree, hurrying currency urgently
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister
Iller than hundred n eight degree fever ripping emcees liver
Like true lovers caught lost in the summer, 3rd degree sunburned
But knowin you through music is going to change the world
I receive the degree to my relief
I'm everything that they call nice
And i got a little big, keep it low key
--to the m'th degree you get more accuracy,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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