Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel
A born starter, in the game for real
Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/
Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift
I move slightly on instinct, she sits away son
Okay you dancing drinking on your last one
If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday
And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay
Shit i wonder if i can.
Weed i can't pronounce man
Then the world ain't no trick no more
You don;t thin anymore
Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti
Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see
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