I'm gettin discouraged with her
I hate you and your mother,
Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man
If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan
And i need this forever
And i hate the chilly weather
I hate the condescending
Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
World war one two, plague and dead jews i still got the souvenirs
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