Fuckin bitches chasing paper
Now she scream when i'm in her/
350 on the stove and it's 90 outside
You see dem boys sign me to the scope right
I got some rappers frightened
Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust
Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees
Make her toes curl, then she scream melodies
Sit outside and watch the constellations/ and always raise your limitations/
Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since
Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt
You got bord and wanted to go home but she got kicked out
Every time i go outside i get a bad feeling
I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening
No more amore, i refuse to force you
I looked outside and saw the red and blue
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