The shoulder, for you to cry on
Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong
On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/
But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make
Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money
Or had a new set of beliefs, what would the difference be?
The look of no hope on my niggas' faces
Hold up wait a minute watch out for the fuzz
Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!
I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed
I can taste the salt from my tears
Been on my shoulder and wait for my death
But i press on like a soldier, not god's, but my feat
I can always go home and look down my street
But the motor died, i'm a soldier who never dies
Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries
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