I m not making u feel that u r my dear...
Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear
Name, and your entire
I"m the designated driver
I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
But they sold jello in the paint
I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained
How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly
After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...
F a m e, i learnt that in 2nd grade,
Low income no bills getting paid
T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards
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