We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream
Down the street to the car,
Well, that's what you are
I gotta question for you man
Still the man with the pan
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
I let you know you dealing with dogs
Duck duck, say goose
Saw the bombs on the news
I'm why baby mommas leave
Thinkin of the the dreams
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back
Here's the answer and the antidote:
To soho, baby milo so dope
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