Your eyes it's my paradise, your
Not one j got a pair or more
Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols
I'm fittin' shit, your hatin' it, your littleness, your genitals.
Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck
The fire was that obscene, my highness was out of luck.
No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing
Come on now your highness, i did nothing,
Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
Your family, your friends,
Blood stain, your slain, your brain
Searching for fortune and fame
Well, i have a gram cupcake mix
Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,
And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus
Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,
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