I stand six feet tall when i'm sideways walking on walls
Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce
Striving, working nine to five with no health care
I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.
If its not couture, i will not go to her
Street walking all you jock straps on the cock with hunger
Walking to town on the tracks
But i’m praying in advance
My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey
That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see
And that was when i was in the eighth grade
We’re walking past the head on a silver plate
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