Pine-green foams, they may never see the store
No longer the person teachers adore
Walkin' down the street like a normal person
Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one
And hear what you facing, feel the humiliation,
Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
Thinkin bout all the bad stuations that im facing
If they sweet like a skittle, every little single bit will riddle
Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical
They giving pounds and that before get the money
It all depends on the person you want to be
I am not the only one
You cant handle me in person,
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