I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death
They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
The closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking
I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking
Profit it's a empty closet
You feeling when you be drillin' that shit
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
My tribulations, the causes, the skeletons in my closet,
My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic
Fuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick
I got 'em cocked up in the closet like a faggot's room,
Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june
Yow am ridin around in my
Busting off, tryna touch the sky
We all know she’s a closet whore,
Sure runnin' like i'm heavy hardcore
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