Until the Day is Gone
• Written by Anonymous
whatcha going to do hoe ass nigga
I got a lot of things for you little gold digga
think you just going to move well that figgas
had a lot of things for you dumb ass prigga
well I'm about to show you see
you ain't nothin ain't shit wit out me
try to beat around the bush but still you be
weepin wish you could come home back to me
bitch
I free you
like a dog in a cage
running in the fields out of relief and rage
just making sure you can make it through the day
and on this record my voice will play
in your head
until you become mad and red
from what I'm about to say tot you
you wind up dead
because I prayed for you
but your just sick in the head
and you rather be out with your friends instead
what's wrong wit me
Why can't we be together and be fruitful like a tree
You rather be
Having your legs out and open like the sea
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