Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's
I'm talkin ideas , motivation
Deep down he knew he'd give her the best of him
So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins
Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
The outline which you n****s out dated
Sick and tired of being under rated
He was just a kid but ranked the best soldier,
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time
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