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Screen up in the dash like a fucking Mike Jones
All my friends are black, now I feel like Paul Wall
Looking like a school shooter when Im walking through the halls
I got friends that dont call, I got friends that dont talk
You dont want it bitch I promise, leave your body to the wolves
Im creeping cause Im ?, smoking ? is all I do
Booming like Macaulay Culkin back in 1992