作曲 : trent k mondragon
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Let the chains hit her face,
Gunshots feel like a blade,
Swerve the car make me race,
Suicides in my state,
Snipers chill with berets,
Push you off the edge,
Throwing knife like pick your fight,
P-ussy boy I wanna see my bride,
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride,
Ya bitch (There's ones pick up your sight!)
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh,
I can never do right in your mind,
It's just so hard to stay attached to this world!
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