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Something told me pick your head up boy so i stuck my chin up picked my pen up dusted off all this depression called my doctor up and said i dont need no medicine not dealing with the sweats again anxiety is only there if you let it in just keep in goin like forest did get your paper legit and little bit on the side and shit and make sure you take care of whats left of the family because if your mother was here she would do anything god bless her she put down the house for me when my dumbass caught felonies and my pops worked harder than a rubber band on a lobster like at red lobster or like tryna rob a mobsta end up in a machine that makes pasta and theres no basta fuck with my focaccia or the casa yo ass lasagna and thats just being kind kind of

rap, trap, experimental indie