Then all i really want is for her to get on top
And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not
Told me he loves me and he really would like us to date,
Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate
And place words on the bass displaces, decapitates at the bases,
The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages
Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.
Hoping that nobody don't notice
Then some lady named billie holiday
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin
Hit's a snare and bass of track fucked up rapper interrogation
Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day
Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay
Not sayin' he was gay, when he lost battles, he paid that way
Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday
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