Third ward general, young cash money
Brain's a stream of insanity
Blowing a bubble . you think you cool? i have a jet in the back. i fuck my
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
When i stood with her all night despite being jet lagged
In a private jet while i'm walking in
Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin
I opened my bible in search to be a better christian
The poison modifying her stream for a quicker addiction
And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck
This stream of words without meaning made me stuck
Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....
Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop
Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
Brain's a stream of insanity
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