Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead
Dad and be happy/ a happy me was forbidden to be/ instead
Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip
Well, i don't know, maybe you had some childhood trauma trip,
My childhood memories are still there..
Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair
Happy sadness lonely
I’m tryna be low key
My nigga, no hook
I had a hard childhood,
I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
I had messed up childhood, my uncle fucked me in the butt
Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first
Memories of my childhood contain nothin' but hunger and thirst
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