As he grew up he got more confused
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill
Thinking he wont goddamn it he will
Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock
Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop
Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime
He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
About australia he claimed he remember nothing huh?
He smoked, she drank, he stoned, she ratchet, he clank.
I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast
Thinking he wont goddamnit he will
Like a male version of lauryn hill
He thinks that he can control
Timmy got his bike stole
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