Untitled Song
• Written by Anonymous
So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times
While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines
But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times
You look hypnotized by the fact that i can write such wicked lines,
But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times
This is heaven on hell
Shows to do, got record to sell
Burberry, quite a hell
With intent to commit murder
He a message, i'm the runner
A cocaine measurer, part time lover
MIa lgcootl mt hsaetx siasm et hheu ndgeevri,l 'rso cmki-nai-sfteelrla chain hunger
They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother
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