Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
My thoughts are scrambling my mind is fucked it needs dismantling
Or something that you paid for
My love is no longer,
Maybe this love is long gone
You were right here all along
Shit, there ain't no telling
Because love is a crazy thing
This country is fucked cause we're stunting our growth
For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?
I fucked my fear and finally said her with my plale face that "i love you".
It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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