It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room
The boy gets home late in the afternoon
To the moon, and not owe anyone, boy, cuz boy, thats just what the fuck i do.
And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true
Let's just say the boy hurt her
Chain withdrawn when we not together
Ain't like my job or guys i employ
Thats the life when your just a boy
All the kids say i’m a bad boy
Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy
You fucked up boy, you broke the deal
Buzz it, like my very first day in here
Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns
And the little boy looks up to the slime and listens
Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop
In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot
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