Lobster over salmon and i ain't ever tried to tuna you
I ain't stopping like before, so you whores can just sit down and listen to
And it feels like i gotta choose
Its cold as shit in this booth
I've been down that road before
I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for
For 5 grand, with intentions to expand
This depression feels like being fucking stabbed
Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga
Feels like my hearts been ripped out of my chest and flushed down the
It feels like my life is going down the drain
Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane
Through the years tryin to stack a little green
This feels like something out of a dream
She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe
I been this nice yo way before michael had vitiligo
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