Hit, stuck in a throwback,
Listening to Mozart,
Fresh as hell, can you really try to be that? Are you?
Fisted off a Play-Doh,
Living innuendo,
Neck deep, real deal,
Get this girl some retro,
Some say that was really wacky,
On the other hand I'm not really something,
Tell you go drop then you ask why?
And she thinks that the shortest skirt makes her shine crazy?
Maybe it's not that though,
Who would've guessed that?
The drive to my first date,
Went by way too damn fast,
As I stopped, knocked,
Shook her dad's hand,
This might go on the news,
Please report this,
And send me my check,
To the grave that I drop,
I would lose all focus just to see you a** up and down my business,
Yet, you get so waist deep, I can't help but beast this,
Then I'm kicked through the door,
So not like mad, more cynical,
Too be blunt you must cry,
Until you're sober,
So exact to in fact attack on demand, full of enrage, smiling in haste,
This is a maze,
So let her shake it on the network,
Come see now your net worth,
You suck like a mosquito nozzle,
Bills up the cost of my time,
Got lip bust from a pole just walking with more laughs then a slip of the peel,
As I heard stop from the top of the mob, no snob in the car, drive far trying to catch war?
Get a surplus,
Uncle Sam's my father now,
As the green keeps rolling in,
Still step on my new like you living now,
Fast cars,
Fine a**,
OG flare,
Got light?
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