But did you really mean it when you called me a whore
And i don’t wanna be a playa no more
You called out to me and said please after my name
He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame
Left leg paradox, oxymoron the right, guess i'm a cripple
Bet they cancel they date like waking up late with a pimple
No tarot card reading; i'm foreseeing you niggas vanish
My money is turning me green no wonder im called radioactive,
Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true
Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you
Called me a slag but look who you talk to,
You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you
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