This is a song about "Get off of me"

Plottin' don’t even worry

And get inside of me,

Had me thinkin' a while; dangling off the brink of denial

We original officially the most original

Get off of my feet, and then i got these punks from my old street

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

You help me get up off the pavement,

Off of planking, tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I get off because of wealth, and i truly really hate the people,

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

You piss me off son .......and i'ma get you ima get you,

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Get off, for i pop off

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