[Intro]

Mail it

I made it

Did you figure it out yet?

I mean like I am really serious

They could call me troubadour?

[Verse 1]

Eh!

Mind my manners

But I'm still tryna find a course prettier

Pity her

I mean tidy her

And to my tunnel

The set he failed the year

I look at the dates

Like this could be hideous

Yeah I am the critter

Stalling on your love

Tryna get it right

Like it was not enough

I wish he could be nice yeah?

I could be the finest

But leeches gotta let me know

Who is to fight this

Titus

The sinning on the righteous

Overall you should keep with the minors

Yes!

For my vices

I’ve been tryna get you right

But I'm not lead

I’ve been missing classes

Just to get the thesis

Living on my testes

Leaving all my head list

I gotta get this

See you when you get this

Cpu will get this

bitches gotta get us like

Uh!

Yeah!

[Verse 2]

Still the same apperception

Living . .

Yeah

I’m the weaving box

Thinking with this nut

I never had a lot of stocks

I just had a lot of crocs

Sticking on my lusting

Still he never called it love

Just caught my tux

And I put it on the . .

But you know what’s up

Yeah, tip on my . .

Trip live

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