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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Goulla
Jordan Goulla
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Lyrics

If I'ma call for anything, I'ma call it how I see it Couldn't teach how to be me even if you were collegiate The demons that I be with capable of swallow semen Playin' with no defense ain't no one I can't compete with Speak in psychedelic, this shit hittin' like crack And if your bitch sees this, there ain't no gettin' her back Fuck up your villages and pillaged up the government hypocrites Findin' bliss within the ignorance inspiration in little shit The status legitimate, get to smackin' your little kids Your range is soundin' limited, my shit like Kris Middleton Yeah, uh huh, uh huh Yeah, uh huh, uh huh uh huh I feel elated, livin' tip top, plus I'm liberated Got some ounces in a zip lock I want to be sedated, yeah What's the price of bein' lit, they sell their life for this shit Another year, they'll probably say that they been tight with the kid You risk your life for a sniff, and spend your time with a bitch Who just needs someone to cry on and provide for her kid It ain't your time, complex, don't got what it takes It's a mindset thing, they don't want to be great Flirted with hypergamy, Life's a bitch I married the game Be assertive, I see the bitch remain in your vein Standin' way too close, watch out where they aiming the blame Yeah, and got to find the ways to maintain
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