but that would make me who,
Hey mr. coach, i don't like you
That they make me fucking sick
I bet you hear that white music
Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard
U made my image get blurred so imma make yours gird
Like hoes down in magic city
Make an idiot outta me
That make me want to swear
Hey, you right there
Their lives are similar to yours
I flash smiles at the mean looks
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