With young randy to pat my back
Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Been to lazy lately sending rappers to the school nurse
You know...you know who you are
It's way past the work of a doctor,
And if my mother answer, i'll ask her
Got no patience, cause i'm not a doctor
But i really don't feel like calling a nurse
When you making a difference it's gone be haters
I wanted a brother my mother i told her
Motherfucker i'm ill, someone call the doctor,
Just call me david versus goliath
Wetter than a swish and i never miss
Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts
Circus full of tears and forgotten wedding gowns
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