Baby, can´t you see I´m messed up D-30 boys really next up In this life, I´m a extra King Nothing, I´m not special Sweep, sweep, with the Prada´s on my feet Three, three, three, free, free from disease Three threes, founding fathers underneath Pretty please, baby don´t bother me Had to learn the hard way to keep my head up If I never ate the night, I´d be fed up I´d be bleeding really bad for the fashion I´m too deep in the skies Got a mask on my mask, and it´s messing with my life We look down ´cause we stood upon a height We just barely got away but it was fine Man, I´m fucked up in this state, and I´m trying not to let them see my face
And we one plus, from the eight Any one of us would be burnt out at this rate But I´m doing great
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