I promise to keep it honest
No sleep yep, plenty missed
At his funeral i pleaded how much he will be missed,
I'll show you there's a few good left that exist
Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone
The numbers unknown, hang up the phone
Which calls for variations
That going through some things
It's time to turn the streets into a war zone
And don't you bring your camera phone
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
And ignores all my phone calls just to disturb me
Oh your friends are sick
Your girl calls it hockey stick
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