Snapple fact: you rather wack
Head hancho got my seat back
I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat
I dream we could sleep on one sheet, sit on one seat
Who ever on the thrown about 2 lose ur seat
The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat
They come pick you up and say jump in the back seat.
Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed
Outstanding clout, what up greg street
I relinquish tha seat
Glad its you and not me stuck up there in the hot seat.
My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
I'm asleep in the front seat
The drug that they brain need
Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed
Loud as hell screaming out the back seat
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