This irritation of life that's getting real old
So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
Coz this bastards destroyed my life
When i was 9 years old i had my humble abode,
And i be good til the fat woman sing a note
Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold
The simple things in life were getting pretty old
Hopin' that my niggas see
In my old school, with the naughty
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Put expressions in their music and create the face
Told my old lady to make me eggs without warning
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Going back to my old ways,my heart is a cold place,
Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways
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