Pocket racked up all big faces
Baby if you want my love
Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah
Enough with the sadness, here comes the new era
Six packs, or make a sick track, wallow in sadness, sorrow,
The bar is passin' bottles, money comin' like the lotto
Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus
It was a few chords when i was bored, and it cut through the sadness
You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer
After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another
Sadness they hope you'll borrow. let the flow take you over, as the voice
Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys
Tryna stay clear of my foes
Love rapping love sneakers above those
Show me love show me fuckin love
Yo, bubble gum that reese's pieces
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