Jasoh - CASH.

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I’m poking right through Like a fucking boner She ain’t my girl I don’t fucking know her When it gets too much You say fuck it and phone her Any touch, I won’t nudge So I ain’t your fucking donor I’ll loan out your check Have fun at the store Make a run for it, baby You just asked for more Pretty bitches on my lap And Ghoul’s with me They’re driving me mad In my mind, top speed The pinky’s all twinky Look how the fuck that boy sitting Pink levels of contraband Oh, what the fuck was I thinking? Letting him sit with my children When the party was small Didn’t know until too late When the police was called He’s saying “fuck it we ball” But that’s not the way, at all Gave his mother a call Oh, what the fuck could it mean? It’s not so simple When it comes down to Pink Pink, Pink, Pink How much will your crucifix help When your sitting there, naked And he’s tightening the belt? The one around your neck Into the bed, you melt She’s fucking dead And there’s one feeling you felt None, none, none He discovered daddy wasn’t alive in his room He found his dead body, all alone With his brains, fucking blew How could it have been this way? He was fine today He was lying, then he caved When he was dying, he was found When I was crying, I cried loud His fucking voice, it’s all I heard His fucking ploys Did more than hurt, uh Shits absurd, fuck Really finding sense to be here right now? Are your feelings so dense That you can’t hear the sound? Hey, I’m sorry for you baby But I won’t back down I have to be who I am To make my daddy and em’ proud And that’s what I’m gonna do He doesn’t like my music But I don’t mind I’ll do it anyways, fuck it
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