another 4 weeks in the land of no hope.
dude this the international house of dope.
last person you be seein here aint the pope.
i just dont wanna go these the words that i spoke.
i feel like noone here for real.
this sentimental value sht is surreal.
how you expect me to choose, deal or no deal.
i gotta eat somehow its meal or no meal.
i dun kno what it is from me she wanna peel.
i dun kno if she want me to whip out the blue pants straight up navy seal.
or just straight out show the appeal.
this field, of confusion aint what i wana yield,to you.
walken down the street wit the freshest of fresh.
cruisen sesame with my progressive transgress.
finished all that shit god call the obsessive mans quest.
so what im trying to say is i still a sucessive mans mess.
i compaq that shit into a little red box.
pack it air tight till it reach the top.
won't believe my immunity,it don't leave my security.
i got it boring and safe like some gated community.
the answers to my questions aint comen soon.
i still got some dirty shit on you.
imagine a polluted english lagoon, thats you, boo.
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