Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
Stress is building up, anxiety's in my vocal chords,
A sinner not, i'm the building blocks, of which you want
Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard
When you've possessed this feeling of everything building on your chest
Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed
I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging
Illegitimate spittin' shit equivalent to penguins in a building,
Sublime player of hearts to tha beat
Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete
Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building
For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring
Check the stats, my team winning
When i step in the building
Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge
Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch
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