Its cold as shit in this booth
Boring things in life such as the news
But the battle ain't over till the black man sings
Put you on a swing n all kinds of freaky things
Hated all the things that made my life worth living;
I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring
Now the rank of being just simple average everyday guy,
My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky
Oughta eat the bitch with salt and wash it down with a gallon of water
Think of myself in third person and imagine being the simple onlooker.
Of things he'll never witness,
Let me teach you all the sounds of love
Show things many people ain't aware of,
Cause this nigga done got jealous
More than i like to admit, i was just frightened of things
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
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