The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder
But he beats it back with all the strength that he can muster
But of course, he had perfect parents, there was nothing to it,
Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit
And it was nothing to you but hands on my butt
Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup
They say, trojans never break but it ain't that
Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac
Do nothing but smack you back
There's crack, there's crack
We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail
Giving it your all to no avail,
Man i took it in stride, but was getting decent at it,
You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that
Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit
But it feels like i'm getting thrown in a snake pit
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