All she thinking bout is how to take his last,
Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast
Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby
Just someone totally motherfucking crazy.
Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over
Not a time pass without crying and thinking bout her
10th grade, eyes red as shit
Yes we bout it bout it/
I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping
What the fuck were you thinking?
I was born to do the damn thing
Wandering dreaming constantly thinking
I don't care what you're thinking 'bout; your mindset is irrelevant
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk
Go fuck up someone elses had
Snapple fact: you rather wack
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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