Outerworlds fall, stop in cells and make
If i should die before i wake
Yeah months in every night she's in tears
Barely make cash, they wonder, it doesn't #make #the #sense,
Be thankfull for every breath you make
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
And every new sacrifice that i make
That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight
I make elevating music, you make elevator music
But when i come around her crib, i go in on this chick
I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate
Guess what they got a choice to make
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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