When you talkin illest rapper
And i think i like her
Slap her ass, like i slap a puck
Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck
Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played
But i really don't like my mind state, head ain't really sewn right i might break
Looking through her soul looking really black
St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap
Yeah got to the club early just to get in free
Like steve i need a clue man your really telling me?
Then all i really want is for her to get on top
I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk
Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense
But without her what am i really here to be. x2
Put your girl on my body like i wore her
Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror
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