There's a shortage in ur dormant thoughts, u talk alot for a 'sick' writer
So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are
We needin' a change, the drama remains the samei spend my whole life, fightin' myself
Off with the horny messes with the awkward lessons he doesn't think as he grows sick to himself
I guess insane trains of thoughts are starting to pay it off,
I'mma need two mics just to get my point across
I've been fucking fronting with you since i kicked open the damn door.
And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for
I like my thoughts filled with lame
Imma make it rain
Ill branch off my thoughts with you, like as if i was a tree
Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy
Organized crime, i kill your boss
My flow so sick i need to take a day off
My father was missing, war lord oliver north
'cause i'm just a broad who bounces off the wall with my thoughts.
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