Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone
Lost soul, here i leave you, now i'm going on my own,
And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that
Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...
If you had, one shot
I run out on the job.
Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job
It's like i just hit the lottery, my god
Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl
And he, what's his name, earl
Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....
And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love
But i love my job, getting rid of the defection.
If a period is late then i will mark it with a question
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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