She never judges u for all the fucked up things that u done did,
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
My homeboy brave he annoy brothers so he in grave like others
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
I'm not even fucking joking i don't play around in verses
Personally purchase the hearse, attend the service
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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