| Writing I don’t feel
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| Let’s see
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| Put away my notes cause I don’t feel like rappin' hoe
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| Put away my notes cause I don’t feel like writin' hoe
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| I don’t give a fuck I’m using my nature voice
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| Why? |
| Cause nigga I said I don’t have a choice in this fuckin' shit
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| I do not give a shit about this shit, there’s nothing shit
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| Fucks with it, I’m just openin' up random shit because I feel like it
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| If you do not like it, oh well, go ahead and bite it
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| Bite all of it, rip my fuckin' dick off
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| I don’t need this shit, nor do I want it
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| There goes a hoe
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| Tired of writing and not havin' any type of fuckin'
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| Fuckin conservation for this shit
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| Fuck all that shit, fuck all that shit, fuck all that shit, fuck all that shit
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| Uh em, I ain’t doin' that shit
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| Uh em, I ain’t goin' out like that
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| I told you before, but nobody would believe that shit
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| So, I’m not going to do anything
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| Bang, let, watch the fuckin' beat go off cause I don’t fuckin' care about shit
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| And if I did, I would’ve probably done something by now, but you know
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| Fuck all that shit, fuck butts, fuckin' hands over our butts
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| Fuck am I talking about? |
| I don’t even know, I’m doin' this shit right now bruh
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| I just rambling to my ass off cause I fuckin' feel like it ay
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| And I’m makin' up words, fuckin' pop and shit
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| I don’t give a fuck cause you know better
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| If I said somethin' fuckin' be more clever
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| Did I say that I give a shit, I shoulda known better
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| If I didn’t then you know whatever
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| They know better
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| I mean who knows better? |
| I don’t fuckin' know
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| I need to rage or I’ll die from stress
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| But I guess I have to die from stress in order to get the whole clan you know
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| bumpin', doin' shit you know
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| Perhaps, per fuckin' haps
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| Who knows?
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| I know bitch, and I know that you won’t fuckin' hear this shit
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| So, I’m fuckin' tired of this shit (Fuckin tired, fuckin tired, fuckin' tired) |