Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus
I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...
I was twelve when the gunned you
Scram i;m done with you piece of shit boo
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms
On they twitter writing novels, see
That outta get you horny
Said when i do dirt wit her
I"m the designated driver
I m gonna fuck u hard and fast like i m in a race
Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days
"becky o m f g this is so unreal
My fame's no mistakesince the deal
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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