F*ck
Eughhh
She can't explain the feeling, she ain't insane
At night, the pain relays to killing, I feel the same
Jah wille really hittin the pavement, i need a fav
Need marijuan to mix wit this molly, my room the rave and there ain't no one attending again, i need a friend
Caught some of who was plottin against, who really in?
Thoughts n issues all on the fence, I play pretending, act like I don't know what happening once again
Eughh
Watch who u call ya mans, they be friends wit another mans, looking for a easy in
That pet peeve is long standing
In and out the city, finally happy, and they hatin
Came for mass destruction, I ain't made for much greater
Real talent, we ain't slavin over paper
I'm really havin, it's too much love for the shake ups
We making magic, david blaine-y from the wake up
He living tragic, he cover pain wit all the makeup
We makin magic, I'm david Blaine-y on the wakeup
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F*ck
Eughhh
She can't explain the feeling, she ain't insane
At night, the pain relays to killing, I feel the same
Jah wille really hittin the pavement, i need a fav
Need marijuan to mix wit this molly, my room the rave and there ain't no one attending again, i need a friend
Caught some of who was plottin against, who really in?
Thoughts n issues all on the fence, I play pretending, act like I don't know what happening once again
Eughh
Watch who u call ya mans, they be friends wit another mans, looking for a easy in
That pet peeve is long standing
In and out the city, finally happy, and they hatin
Came for mass destruction, I ain't made for much greater
Real talent, we ain't slavin over paper
I'm really havin, it's too much love for the shake ups
We making magic, david blaine-y from the wake up
He living tragic, he cover pain wit all the makeup
We makin magic, I'm david Blaine-y on the wakeup
Eughhh
She can't explain the feeling, she ain't insane
At night, the pain relays to killing, I feel the same
Jah wille really hittin the pavement, i need a fav
Need marijuan to mix wit this molly, my room the rave and there ain't no one attending again, i need a friend
Caught some of who was plottin against, who really in?
Thoughts n issues all on the fence, I play pretending, act like I don't know what happening once again
Eughh
Watch who u call ya mans, they be friends wit another mans, looking for a easy in
That pet peeve is long standing
In and out the city, finally happy, and they hatin
Came for mass destruction, I ain't made for much greater
Real talent, we ain't slavin over paper
I'm really havin, it's too much love for the shake ups
We making magic, david blaine-y from the wake up
He living tragic, he cover pain wit all the makeup
We makin magic, I'm david Blaine-y on the wakeup
Writer: Minds Santana
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