When i grew up, i was thrown from agency to agency
And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky
My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom
And meanwhile the agency are throwing over the bomb,
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
It wasn't something i said, or i'd have trouble with the agency,
Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice
Hearts darker than black i did this for a marketing act for the views
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