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I’m odd, Need counseling,
I lost my mind and still haven’t found it,
Coming out the Woodstock without no sleep,
Taking out the mop cause its just too weak,
Cause its you that I want and I need,
For the rest of your life U in deep,
And its U that I see in my dreams,
Casing me, casing me, casing me,
The alcohol that deflates your brain,
Losing words in the memory of your flames,
Sending text in a way to ketchup,
Adding wait to Da’ figure of your but,
Changing in the clothes, Polo fresh, the next show,
Kush making business B’ bout my folks,
Sluggin’ my shadow, Pistol Pop, flick in the alley,
Taking my mug back twisted in the county,
Jumping of mics, mix tapes, in the city fool,
She hot and I don’t like to be volatile,
Check Yo’ safety on Yo’ trigga cause its my style
