But they will never reach our hearts,
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Cause too many people got weak ass hearts
All on the furniture with no regards
Just maxin, relaxing, and rippin faggots hearts
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Like animals rutting, loving, lusting, fucking,
My mind potent like you high off keys or something
I'm the answer like four
Not one j got a pair or more
Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,
Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
Plastic hearts turn to plastic souls.
Live from the lamont's rose
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