Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
It's a Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
X2
It's a whole lot of stress
I see their distress
I'm making a mess
When I walk in their space
I get why they mad
I didn't even ask
I just stormed in there
Like I'm owning the place
It's/a whole lot of moves
Depending on my moods
Murdering the scene
I swear I'll stop it if I could
Blame it on all on you
Who be playing who
Thankful for the rats
That I was able to see-through
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
It's a Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
X2
Its a whole lot of games
That drove me insane
C whole lot of pain
I be hiding away
That's why on some days
I can't ride the wave
I can't find my way
Drifting off for no reasons
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Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
It's a Whole lotta
Whole lotta
Whole lotta
X2