Half of us males dont even love our mate
We would like to call this an appreciation tape
Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion
And fuck all these sticky situations that i'm getting in
Socialising and getting along
I got a liable larynx, my throat warm
You niggas under cars you should be unemployed
Stressed out and hurtin, getting more paranoid
As my brain keeps getting brighter and brighter
You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for
Mind and memory are getting polluted
Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit
J. cole's her ghost writer
Just me getting higher and higher
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