One two three, what could it be
Or you'll drive me crazy
And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick
Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic
When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers
U avoid me- u playing ring around the roses!
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love
You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero
So here it is on myself ... are you ready one , two three lets go
If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy
In one two three a mother fucker that’s all he is gonna be
He grew from concrete, didn't live amongst the roses,
It seems to remind me of a scene like this
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