I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king
But really you can't touch this scene that i am painting
I really don’t know why,
Busting off, tryna touch the sky
I really don't know why you keep on fightin'
Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him
Now i dont really know you
Dear sweetheart, wassup boo
Michael, you know i really hope, your life turns out better than mine.
And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time
You know what influences me? well really it's the pain, i know it sounds silly and insane,
Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game
Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first
You know i love you girl, you really rock my world,
But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through
I don't really know what's holding you
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