Just to hear real music i went back to middle school
The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool
It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all
It kind of feels like middle school again when they call
All these haters who mad and be nagging at me
It's a battlejust for tha big money
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
When schools do charity, assuming that apparently,
I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
Schools are like a prison
Cold world no blanket son
‘cuz you’re mad enough to scream but you’re sad enough to tear (x2)
And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex
Girl, what you grabbing cash for
Luke im not ur father
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