The gifts, i wanted on christmas?
It’s official, she my misses
For no apparent reason
But that’s just life, where i’m from
Love for no other emcee, no room for affection/
But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession
No time for make up and no time for truth
That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose
How simple they are
No prospects for the future
No conscience, no need for resilience
I never fit in with them light skins
Trying to get back to this thing called love
This shit aint for no business
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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