They say things are easy like baking a cake
Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
No, not bombs over baghdad
When i am mad, and things look bad/
Odd future young enough to get your priest mouth drool
And it’s all good until they go and spray a tool,
When i am mad, and things look bad/
When love comes callin', don’t look back
Expecting things to go they way while sitting with they feet up
Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck
Or are you instantly wishing things could go differently?
Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money
I pray whenever i’m seen in my city i forever resemble braille
Persevering they paint mental pictures of what things are in great detail
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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