Get blown like lawn leaves
Thinkin of the the dreams
As the king upon the throne
Smoke one stack straight to my dome
Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
From the gutter to the roof
So cool, my bitch got no shoes
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Huh, a metaphor of course
In earth, as it is in heaven
The bigger the the fun
Saw the bombs on the news
Kill the jungle let the cats loose
Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
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