And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes
We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats
I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,
Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane
She vying for number one, tryna be number one
Number one, this site is only used for fun
I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose
But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes
Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light
Trevor winn, despite my past, i feel on site/
Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.
I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though
See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon
Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john
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