You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Never will i ever utter never to myself
That's real, never been the kind for some mental health
Thinking your going to keep your health,
I got 20 thousand views of french itself
Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears
Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health
Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself
But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,
Poor, working-class enclaves who can't afford health care,
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell
And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well
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