Okay, fucking with me nigga no way
You ain't even call me on my birthday
The outline which you n****s out dated
And get a hall pass for this class-act shit
See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed
S on my chest like a superman vest
Women front, they get its cold
S queezys very bold
I just want somebody i can see
Your birthday and anniversary
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