You got a baby boy or girl in there
Now the corners close in on me, now i'm too square,
Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root
Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute
And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic
If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick
Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played
Back to square one again, watching these titties wobbling with great,
Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most
The next time you want to square off, just remember i'm not easily provoked.
Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven
Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,
My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,
Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere
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