Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress
Who coulda guessed that i'd become this stressed. i'm a fucking mess.
Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die
You become so obsolete when i
I guess everything changes when you become a musician
So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission
I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her
Gotta copper chopper, whatchin me as i soon become hopper,
Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision
Its time to show you what im made of show you what i can become
If i become the best, then i'll always carry a vest
I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed
I really dont want you to become deranged.
Had to say it twice, its gettin' late
No one believes what i really have become
They say that karats help your vision
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