Everyday losing some source of hope
That i'd, never ever ever go broke
Just like a marathon
New message from mom
Turned his hope into an enemy, just totes the bottle of hennessy
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
We are just chill and hope all of our others unite
Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right
Our vision never changed, we self made
And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great
Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low
Yank a stick of ram, hope i got the right one though
She call a nigga too much cause she don't get enough
I started praying for the hope and the change of love
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