Yeah
Yeah
Who let them breathe?
Yeah
Check
It's been a few months, was waiting to write you back
I apologize to my dad, place him in the spam
The basics of this rage you're complacent in where you stand
Awakening of the fag and the making of a man
Careful where you stand I'm taller and even stronger
I lift you up on your feet
Don't tell me I didn't warn ya
Tell me don't raise my voice, tell me to make it calmer
There's some shit we gotta clear
Is you ready my little partner?
I think you mad because you lost control
You want me to fall in line on the X and O's
You want me on dotted signs
It's sick a rotten mind
This bitch is always fine, equipped with all your lies
Only thing that I need is some vodka and little therapy
Some weed maybe Serge Ibaka and two Seraphim
I'm sick and I'm calling the doctor, new Benzathine
The type to just leave you alone, if you let me be
It's been years since I talked to granny
And I think it's pretty sick that I lost a family
And the PIs watching in the solo Camry
How with my anxiety I should be off the Xanny
Chosen one, sad bitch, lowest scum
The coldest huh, black sheep talk to em
Ah, if the situation changed
I wouldn't have said the same shit, exactly and the same
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Yeah
Yeah
Who let them breathe?
Yeah
Check
It's been a few months, was waiting to write you back
I apologize to my dad, place him in the spam
The basics of this rage you're complacent in where you stand
Awakening of the fag and the making of a man
Careful where you stand I'm taller and even stronger
I lift you up on your feet
Don't tell me I didn't warn ya
Tell me don't raise my voice, tell me to make it calmer
There's some shit we gotta clear
Is you ready my little partner?
I think you mad because you lost control
You want me to fall in line on the X and O's
You want me on dotted signs
It's sick a rotten mind
This bitch is always fine, equipped with all your lies
Only thing that I need is some vodka and little therapy
Some weed maybe Serge Ibaka and two Seraphim
I'm sick and I'm calling the doctor, new Benzathine
The type to just leave you alone, if you let me be
It's been years since I talked to granny
And I think it's pretty sick that I lost a family
And the PIs watching in the solo Camry
How with my anxiety I should be off the Xanny
Chosen one, sad bitch, lowest scum
The coldest huh, black sheep talk to em
Ah, if the situation changed
I wouldn't have said the same shit, exactly and the same
Yeah
Who let them breathe?
Yeah
Check
It's been a few months, was waiting to write you back
I apologize to my dad, place him in the spam
The basics of this rage you're complacent in where you stand
Awakening of the fag and the making of a man
Careful where you stand I'm taller and even stronger
I lift you up on your feet
Don't tell me I didn't warn ya
Tell me don't raise my voice, tell me to make it calmer
There's some shit we gotta clear
Is you ready my little partner?
I think you mad because you lost control
You want me to fall in line on the X and O's
You want me on dotted signs
It's sick a rotten mind
This bitch is always fine, equipped with all your lies
Only thing that I need is some vodka and little therapy
Some weed maybe Serge Ibaka and two Seraphim
I'm sick and I'm calling the doctor, new Benzathine
The type to just leave you alone, if you let me be
It's been years since I talked to granny
And I think it's pretty sick that I lost a family
And the PIs watching in the solo Camry
How with my anxiety I should be off the Xanny
Chosen one, sad bitch, lowest scum
The coldest huh, black sheep talk to em
Ah, if the situation changed
I wouldn't have said the same shit, exactly and the same
Writer: Ashanti Mutinta
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