This is a song about "Transpiration in plants"

Toddlers in tiaras,

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I heard that statistic i almost cried

In his knapsack and drifted in delight.

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

In a private jet while i'm walking in

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Or babies they raisin

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