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8.30 I'm daydreaming tryna make it out of this bitch Intercourse with the painkillers, I had to teach myself how to quit Sidestep when I see fake niggas I'm invading the venom like Mr. Parker Your baby mama made me a motherfucker A W, for the Samuel L. Are you hating success What is the smell Greedy niggas tend to excel Rise after I fell from the bruise you can tell I pulled my dick out and inform that sex sells Better hide your main bitch, because I'm positive that to her all I'm a magnet You see I studied a bit of body language she more than willing to accept my baggage I've been dodging the medicine I cover my shit like a magazine Bad energy jump, trampoline She said Eli why is you mean I told her please don't make a scene Let's have some vodka and some gin I feel so fresh and I feel so clean Even though I'm crusty boi in the city The more you speak the my hearing gets diminished With all cans and can't do until I finish I'm currently trying to free my lineage from poverty It seems like the lottery, taking shape, with no pottery Understand if you not fond of me Try my best not to judge, try my worst to hold a grudge Try to measure in amounts and try to scream, but no sound 8.30 I'm daydreaming tryna make it out of this bitch Intercourse with the painkillers, I had to teach myself how to quit Sidestep when I see fake niggas I'm invading the venom like Mr. Parker Your baby mama made me a motherfucker A W, for the Samuel L.