I call em up, they might fall through
But my issues where to cruel for you
Been smoking ever since i was a teen
Just before they seen my money in the green
With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle
Life's difficult, my issues have left me analytical.
Niggas die over shoes
And i have trust issues
About how i'm an asshole and i don't rap about relevant issues,
I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth
To win today would just seem like a lavish dream
Extreme scream coming from this crippled teen!
A teen with ugly braces
On the slow jam of love
A far reach from them rap dudes
Had to deal with all the issues
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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