Dig, these niggas is fake joe
The other ones narrow,
Fuck a dad, if he loved me he would care about what i loved
Self-awarding, negligence of the less important
Mumma said she loved me regardless
That scary love, never get married love
Lately been writing poems
But not one of dem good ones
By those that you once loved
Spend the night with me, we'll talk and
Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money
The ones always feeling fuckin crummy
Sweater falls i loved them most
Is a space that now you hold
And finally, everyone got their own problems
Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones
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