A single mother with a problem child, daddy free
I'm a flower in the spring flowering rapidly
For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring
Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/
That damier bag i bought her
Spring, fall, winter, and summer
The game's a bitch, ooh we got her
You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar
You, you, you have to pay for that
What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,
So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black
And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.
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