But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door
The blueprint is starting to sway since it cant identify a metaphor.
I'm "hard-core, see there's another metaphor
You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door
I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
Already ate ambrosia however still an ambivalent agnostic.
Take my moms, move away
And get on a flight today
This is how she want to live
Your balls cry during bug life
Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,
But happy cause she knows it's a girl
She should have invited her
It got me thinking however
Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper
However i have to lecture
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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