Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
But the good die young and bad slow so i hope u die fuckin slow cause uve made us feel so fuckin low
For us to find our way
Too good, i need a delay
My nigga, no hook
What i do though for good
I got sorta good at pretending
Back with my heart and i'm venting
I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest
I don't feel like i belong, i feel like i'm a guest.
Cause u know that this my jam
Once i knew a good man
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