Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet
Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat
With psychological problems i live a constant cycle
To make karma come faster than she normally will
Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible
I would still be pessimistic, all aggressive in a brutal cycle,
God has blessed her, prada dresser
Do it ppv, snap necks with the pressure
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
Thought, im underground and hot call me the magma
Whatever the pressure
Going broke, no sir
Your scent flowing in the wind
To my unborn child
And grow up to smoke rocks.
More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
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