We're out with the stars, you're on your way to the best night ever
They gave a one eight hundred number to her mother, who showed her
I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait
Tryna do me wrong? you made a mistake
Fly as a wright brother, i guess that mean you wrong
And before the sun came up, he was gone
I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing
They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn
Like a backwards rollie i hoping i dont get this time wrong
Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin
Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression
Wanting to stab a couple bully's in thier eyes with a number 2 pencil,
Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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