11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
Swallowing down my tears
Swallowing down my tears
After lebron, i'm what's next
All my niggas get together to gather loot
Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.
I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,
And i got a little big, keep it low key
Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
Cause i remember all them nights when we had no food
Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot
Southern comfort food, mashed potatoes, fried chicken,
She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done
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