Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing
Looking down at the wild child that is so sad seen him smile spidey sensing
That white girl is my cater
Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for
Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel
I understand that it's hard to smile through hell
And girl stayed back, she prayed that
May just gon' bring hobo back
That a girl really wanted
Rack, rack city shit
Oops, i'm so sorry
The one girl that loved me
They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion
Cuz he notices that nobody will smile at him
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