Momma say, you making me lose pay
To a land far far away
You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and
Handed down talent from the broke land
From ireland but i'll land, running
Look, i know you not gay or nothing
His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand
My minds residing 'n' hiding in a crazy land
They getting deals with thier weak buzz
We riding rover timeless....
The downfall of our free land
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
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