Six months later you were begging me to lick up your carpet.
Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit
Debatable. no debate when you turn up missing.
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
Summer time, different shore
Turn the volume up a little bit more
See, involvin' yourself is to be a part
To sum up six hearts when i carve them apart.
One through six that's all gears
Wish i could shed all these tears
Full blast turn up the speakers at home
I woulda done anything for my own
Then turn around and fuck one more like it dont even matter
And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper
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