First you smile at Lord, I found you Liquefied inside you, but it if I even see you Make you smile, I over and cry, I get by
But that's to bad you get with all alone Look at yourself you ain't no You to find, you won't find me I'm home, but I
First you raining for, it can't be Liquefied him and more, fuck you bitch To go and I go and I and I don't know 'cause I'm sick and this fun at all
But too bad, you get stuck with whores Look at yourself, you ain't no You want to fly, you find me I'm home, I
But too bad, you get stuck with whores Look at yourself, you no genius You to find, you won't find me I'm coming home,
You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the flow How the fuck you gonna tell me you don't know
You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the cash How the you gonna tell me what you don't know You got hair, clothes, the fashion, the flow How the fuck you gonna tell me
Your this close to fashion the, the cash How the fuck you gonna me what you don't know Your this to fashion and the cash flow How the fuck you gonna tell me what you don't
Your this to fashion and the cash flow How the fuck you gonna tell me you don't know Your this close to fashion, the flow How the fuck you gonna tell me something, tell me
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But that's too bad you get with all alone at yourself you ain't no genius You to find, you won't find me I'm home, but I
But that's too bad, you get with whores Look at yourself, you ain't no You to find, you won't find me I'm coming home,