, i was drunk bro is just no excuse
Pathological liars even know i'm the truth
Best to just keep my peoples names out ya mouth
Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours
Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing
I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching
And i could see you coming home after work late
Eatin' all the rappers, got their names on my plate
Excuse the mood, i'm used to agony...
I just want somebody i can see
They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer
My real names grim but you can call me reaper,
Sorry excuse my mind
As: they will be so surprised
And i dont want an excuse
Its cold as shit in this booth
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