And the headrest had to have about eight thorns
Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,
I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types
I'm fucked up and this fucking feeling like 8 miles,
She call me daddy like a nigga puff
Feeling you up, you're already scared enough
Your wake up everyday feeling the same wondering how to play the game
And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane
Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building
Dc ain't been this hot since ronald reagan made a killing
If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but
Dad, it's so ridiculous, feeling silly i hit you up
I'm full of smoke and drugs, blood always smeared on my rug, building up an
Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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