And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
Ima let her be by herself in peace
Normally i order three or four of these
Ice on our two four, you know it's too cool. time's too cruel.
Your own physical, superficial not spiritual
Glory but you dint know my back story. then i go one two three
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
Give your mother a call, bring your girlfriend roses,
You got your mean little walk with the model pose
One two three to late now your gone busted nose
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