And i'll hit you with a rematch when im done touring
When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing
Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision
Fights over, who won? im gone, too far gone, so im done, i had my fun
Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball
That's it im done can't deal with this shit anymore
Cause when im done with you your ganna be stuck
Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck
Im done with the tears homie im no longer crying
The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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