The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha
I'm spitting out the dirt from the hurt, and ending your hurrah/
Then push the milk on a slow bend
To my newly found friend
Never ever pay rent
I thought you were a friend
Talking about a friend, of a friend
Smoking khaled, my weed the best
So therefore, i've lost all hope of a happy ending
Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing
Shawty my bait, she say she never scared
You were an amazing best friend
Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah
A happy ending for the family (r.i.p mandela)
At 1 minute and 17 seconds, is when this rap i'm ending
Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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