Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
Like miley at vanity fair, its a tragedy/
Another 5, eli won't even be there
How nobody's there, its recognition isn't fair,
Has trouble even under a fair sail.
But i come on the weekends, pablo jail
When i battle i don't fight fair,
They're tryin to say that i don't care
So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks
Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics
I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her
But it's not fair that they won't have you as a grandmother.
Begin feeling unknown remorse this just isnt fair.
... materialize her love for one who doesn't care
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