Often wonder to myself where the day's gone
Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong
Put my number in your phone
I often use google chrome
Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.
I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from
I always wanted to be like them, now im writing particularly often,
You must have won every pageant in america when you was young
His mum was often loud, her misfortune distorted his doubts
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends
Often resorting to warping your comments
I'm on my grown man b.i you see why
Suffice to say it often goes awry
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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