This is a song about "Fat kid loves pancakes"

She loves me she loves me not

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Never lookin for a handout

Your throat loves when you shout

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'm adored by who loves me

But seemingly believe it though

Yo girl just loves my flow

Tallk about pussy, which is fat

May just gon' bring hobo back

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

No wonder she puts cough syrup on your pancakes.

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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