Maybe i left her in a ditch
I broke mama heart with no college
Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre
Left her to fuck your momma
But in the end, you left me in the fryer/
I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either
I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.
It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one
But my plan is to show you that i understand
An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand
Painted in light by the artist who left the chalk mess
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
I understand, i'm back by popular demand
An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand
Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done
I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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