| So-lo that I can see under the skirt of an ant
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| So-lo that I don’t get high no more when I «Geronimo!"I just go hit
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| So-lo my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend
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| So-lo that I can admit
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| When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo it ain’t an event
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| No more
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| So-lo that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo
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| When I do I cut the pony off, now there’s a hole that once was a logo
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| How fitting
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| So-lo that I can give a fuck about what is trending
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| Tryna cut down on my spending
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| Regardless of winning, instead of pretending
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| And bending over backwards
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| Over half of these hoes had work done
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| Sayin' they want something real from a man
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| Just saying it, we being real persons
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| I hate that it’s like this, I feel for you Ann
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| I don’t know what it’s like with a skirt on
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| So pardon me if I am being insensitive but darling this only worsens
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| So-lo my halo, stay way low, it feels like it’s bent
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| So-lo that when they throw pussy on pesos I pay no attention to it
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| So-lo that I am no rookie but feel like a kid
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| Lookin' at the other kids
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| With astonishment while I’m on punishment, watchin' the summer come close to an
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| end
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| After 20 years in
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| I’m so naive I was under the impression that everyone wrote they own verses
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| It’s comin' back different and yea that shit hurts me
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| I’m hummin' and whistlin' to those not deserving
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| I’m stumbled and lift every word, was I working just way too hard? |