I admit

I’m getting really sick of the sh*t

I need to quit

Hearin my “friends” cause they’re full of it

I’m legit

Instead of these fools tryin to hit

They should commit

To marriage not worry bout a pregnancy kit

But who am I kiddin

That’s I bandwagon that I aint fin to get in

I’d rather eat by myself than hang with the pigeons

Although I feel it is against my religion

At least I know where the lines are drawn for division


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