By a crackhead named june
You can pick the next room
Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long
Because you've made me sick with all these diss song
Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first
// this song is all about the inequality in the world
You cant even write a good diss?
Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches
Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major
There used to be a guy named undertaker
Oh its over whole time she knows this
Don't realize this is a diss
But you been looking for love in all the wrong places
If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss
I feel goodgot some time off, girl, it's been so long
Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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