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Yah Lofi

Proverbials and slow cries

All the conversations that I had to blind side

Just to get to get to talk for a few minutes about my life

Sleep deep with cold roots

Connect like Bluetooth

Starved youth

Confused by ideas of what you do

Stew brews and headaches slurp down

Like some fruit juice

Big headed bitches on my dick

Like a prostitute

Yes I called for you

Don’t get it over looked

Cause rn I’m seeming over booked

I can see you later

Appointments with crooks

Leave you shook like a building when a fat ass walks and drops

(Pause)

I’m done