Im sorry, i know you hate when im high
Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
To give you all a fuck, i guess i'd have to go and find it first,
After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world
Im sorry for the repetition, im just tired of the tradition,
The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position
And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you
Im shredding you rappers up im sorry your threw.
Im sorry to say that im her other
Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer
The ice ain't really nothing to her
Cause im a swag professor
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