Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street
Now i'm spewing venom to the masses, outcome's bleak,
Talking bout the stuff that don't wear off
Shes got blue eyes you can ''sea'' trough,
Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope
The river flowed to the doors of riches and broke
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
My burial at sea gets to me when i sleep, creeping up/
Even though it stays bleak,
If he does my soul to keep
With the hammer and a rock
He say, she say, oh my god
And i got a little big, keep it low key
Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea
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