Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch
Don't read into it too much
I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk
Apprently i talk way to much, but.... i like to talk
Now you speaking my language
I beat myself up too much
I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see
Me/ inhereted too much negitivity/ that a happy life will never be
My hate, it's too much, it's too less
Baby i’mma mess, mess
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