And all we lack is communication like service sucks
I got a lot of plans that were in itself master pieces
Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice
There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.
All because she said no to homecoming, demons running
But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling
But in my head there's something i can feel tugging and struggling
She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing
There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work
I mention beef a lot in case someone steps forward
Yo this raps just like a horror film, youre the victim in trouble
Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible
No more struggling like a widow
Lost my nigga over nothing though
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