Get a glass and put chris on, yea
Yes my hair might be blue on monday
Looking so damn right you're wrong
Keep shrinking y'all till your gone!
It's a fools fatewithout your word
Wirting till my finger tips hurt
Filled with sorrow till tomorrows breakaway a mess till i slay
I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way
They were partying i was cutting tracks
Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs
Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw
To liberate yourselves, africa
The day has come, dipset remains the ones
Last monday was nuts, i took 3 sluts
Till i come out on top,
I fucking hate this job
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