Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce
Were trying to put an end to these cold wars
It's too much work to put up with so much fake,
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
She all on my skin
Gotta put that work in
And gave the coldest smirk
Puttin in work, to much work,
So i work towards it on a day to day basis,
But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love
We don't need to work it just to get those hoes
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
No rubber sole, hardwood bastard
And their bloods trying make it work.
Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it
I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that
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