Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my
So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy
Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space
Life's a maze, gotta get through ways within few days
Bitch, get that shit through your cranium befo' i break it down
Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around
I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound
There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,
Then send it through their chest and break through all the cartilage
I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch
I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day
The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way
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