Imma have to get a book from my daddy,
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change
Beat her with a medical book, page opens like the setting of a stage,
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
Put your face in a book
Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him
Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation
To fix dat shit, itll be our secret
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good
An action word, a secret for centuries
Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave
Because i'm turning over a new page,
Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change
Wanna make a wish, how about a mop?
Been running around trying find a job
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