Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches
Shaking their ass when dj plays this
People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,
The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy
Let my angel sing
But im always shaking,
Anytime you wanna cry, just pull a kleenex out yah front, bum
She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album
My shit could make a bum strip.
And you all will respect that
Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them
Good luck with that mug of a mutt ya bum, you're dumb
People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,
Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family
And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing
Each day getting closer to #breaking, hands are shaking/
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