I changed the stars on the flag into crosses
Had i not been exposed to these things
Together all the timethought it was true love
In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches
Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches
Been dropping classics like you guys were droppin' fire torches,
We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,
Be the king, that was part of my dream
Need i say more out in singapore
Three punches to the face, you fall to the floor
He digs a blade in his knuckles which makes for deadly punches
Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with
Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes
Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses
That scary love, never get married love
Lights out i can't see nothing, think i need some matches
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