Down the street to the car,
You're in a seminar
Huh, a metaphor of course
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air
We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there
You left your nigga on his own
As the king upon the throne
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly
From the gutter to the roof
But elon don't got no proof
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag
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