We can make more, make babies
Pop me some swans for some patrician feels
Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth
And it feels like i gotta choose
Life still feels unreal and i write bad
Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that
Panoramic views be tumblin' out my mind
It feels random all is undefined
It feels like december 8th
You redundant, you never ever change
Bird gangs, it was birds i flew
Kinda feels like déjà vu
Bun b, i’m underground king
Inside it feels like im dying
Hairs away from qualifying, still got free lunch, that's how it feels,
And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels
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