This is a song about "End of the day"

Nah for you it's the beginning of the end

Half your body laying on my chest

That's the end of the masterbigt show/

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

From the day that i met her until the nurse at the very end.

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

I have the end goal of becomin' famous,

Cause at the end of the day, we're all colleges in this,

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

That's the end of the masterbigt show

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