Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant
200 degrees but im getting sucked
Getting pissed off because everything is one big fog.
Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk
No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep
Im not getting up because im counting sheep
But now im getting out and shouting till my lungs collapse
If i could do it all again, have just one more chance
Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake
Everyday im in a good mood cuss everyday im getting laid
I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel
Got my face on the signs now, im kinda big deal
Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous
Cause im getting paid like i'm in 12th grade, this shit endless,
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