Thinkin of the the dreams
I say "stay", she wanna leave
And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen
We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between
In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust
The water from the past is the same water in the present
I bring the heat like the
Play the game nigga
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back
I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes
And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!
In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.
Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes
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