You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done
While i chill with the crew. wake up in the morning having learned a life lesson
But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains
My bitch is great, had a dinner date with william gates
With a gun, wish i could see him clearer
I wonder, if there is any dinner
Her brain's having complications coming up with her hobbies.
We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace
A military mind mean money
Having a kid is fine with me
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
Phoma is having dinner, while the killer's awaiting by the river
Not having my jodi with me has got me in pain so much.
No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch
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