I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not
Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)
So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim
Now look another salmon leads the yes campaign
How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep
Wake up every morning taken from my dreams feeling bleak, strength is weak
My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea
For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money
I was lost in my thoughts like drifting out to sea
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
Eatin pussy up for dinner man that shit smell like salmon
There's a lot of religions like fish in the sea
Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money
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