clean
• Written by Anonymous
trees wherever i go, like national parks
my days are happy, but you don't see me jumping any sharks
brake hard, i'm taking off, in my lamborghini gallardo
and if all goes well, i'll head to school in colorado
until then, i'll stay hittin the books
and now my dad thinks he's a gangster cuz he says "good looks"
they said i needed some clean stuff, so i can show my teacher
but my rhymes so filthy you'll have to listen to a preacher
to clean ya mind out, i can't wait till you find out
i'm just a white kid tryna rap and get signed out
girls already on me but i'm outta their league
i'm not tired of rapping, i have minimal fatigue
you can catch me wearing either adidas or vans
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