I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music
Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig
You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door
Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore
He in bootcamp, you on food stamps
One day ill be making nothing but grands.
As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine
Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps
Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags
I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen
'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.
I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one
Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
Make fun of me and yell at me well fine
Wolf gang pete and gon' live, running outta time
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