That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss
The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.
Would be sin-bad if every lie was a water filled fish tank
His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand
So ima cashin on a half tank
Say she like my style but i talk too fast
That gal want me ride har
The engine in back of my car
So the ones eye has freak don't run
The bigger the the fun
Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over
It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in,
Could you tell me where to go? i need direction
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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