Of town,we were quick to invade,now my lyrics getting bare airplay,im already smart my birds
Your mother was a baby boomer i fucked her on a table at hooters and passed her to my shooters
I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed
She got up, smarted at her mother and brother, felt the cold
He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis
The first kiss, man how i miss that bliss,
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
An argument could be made for her mother and father,
I'm having dreams of his mother, taking her skin and displacing
Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring
Never thinking how her mother would feel
But ain't gonna be no stress in here
Her smile i was seeking, but she was crying a million times,
I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes
I ain't gone judge
God i miss her so much
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