Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
Laterphoenix and smack a bitch, leave a smoking craterthat white girl is my
You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck
Trying to look like a duck, selfie-girl knows whats up
Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager
I'm trying to be perfect like i'm joan clever from leave it to beaver.
I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth
Trying to carve a place, worked great grooves
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
I'm trying to think of a clever rebuttal
I came up hungry
To leave a legacy
Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses
Trying to much like i'm in a rush
The glare makes me hard to find
To me girl your one of a kind,
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