This is a song about "The oscars"

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

As the tao converted the thief

Cause there'll never be peace

Where the fuck the chorus

She can make a pimp fall in love

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

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