I got a love jones for your body and skin tone
Chicken bone, not a phone, chicken bone, not a phone
Plagiarized swag, may arrive last
You fried under that heated lamp,
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
When i eat that chicken,
It ain't where i been
Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol
Mind fried and cynical, in hindsight it's critical
These hoes is wicked a female chicken
Killing our dreams, stealing our vision
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