We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep
And he just fell asleep in his car eating three musketeers in the rear seat
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
When when the economy of america breaks
Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction
After all, i'm only a resident, his true job a physician
Cut after bleeding cut cover his wrists, depression persists and his aggression exists
My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips
The sick fuck drags her into his car, driving home singing,
I see the devil grinning, as if he winning
I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art
This rap is supose to be funny but im no kevin hart
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