I'm stuck like everyday.
Reading shit my critics say
So beat me to the bone
Asshole flowers, going home
Stop blowing up my cellphone
They're telling you too go home
A boy who feels his home, just ain't his home
I woulda done anything for my own
Simple bar spitting then going home
Jt: my mom’s been so alone
And i'ma call it my home
Blackberry and t phone
I'll teach you how to take it slow
Cause am stuck in this scenario
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