But you hate them navel kisses
Of potential cases
I came up hungry
Beaches of normandy.
Or the chick leaving
Feeling, of appealing
In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
Fuck, clean up on aisle six
King of the va, off of those toxins.
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie
There ain't no genie jars to grant what your petty wishes are
Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar
Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time
Couple of shots and a glass of wine.
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