Little more weed, first class seats
Welcome to our dreams
I make her kitten moist
Their personal items destroyed
I'm why baby mommas leave
A keen fiend with obscene dreams
And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems
And peace has been symbolically destroyed like mangled doves,
Get grand slam fans out of they seats
Thinkin of the the dreams
Seen the how-to video now he on point
I hope you see this so you get destroyed
Can you decipher my dreams
Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks
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