Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell
And even if i do i know my momma gon be well
Yeah months in every night she's in tears
With applied enthuses from cannabis to health
To you it was about wealth and your dying health
So, just tell me something about yourself
Say a prayer and hope that the poor can find health care,
Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
Season opener, finna be there
But i aint going to kill myself, i aint going to kill my health,
Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself
You need to grow up and maybe pay more attention in health class.
So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
So saying it's a disorder with decline of mental health?
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