For a Cinderella

I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits Hold up lil bitch look at me while im talking to you Hold up lil bitch why you stuttering like you got a mouth full of food Hollister jeans making shit glistening while im walking thru your street F*ck your "type beats" time to wake from my dream i dont even need sleep Super sentimental with a piece of blood vessel it was accidental never meant to be this confidential You Dont got no fucking issues whats the problem in your sequel you would blow your fucking temple with a Day inside my mental But shit changed for the better, Too ugly for a cinderella I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits I got a bag, im getting comas, switching to digits