No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep
And kill yourself and your clique
And remember what i said and
I'm ring winnin, my jeans different
Shit, we don't believe none of them
And get it again and again
And once i'm dead and gone
Look, by the end of this song
And get caught, in the moment
Grab the scissors and saws and
And we crazy, homes
And nasty remains and bones
And a fridge and some broccoli
If you ain't about money
Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent
Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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