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Through money and love i'd feed her,
run through bitter cold in a wife beater,
it's not my fault that she ended up a cheater,
april fooled me and i believed her,
bought a heater for the cold,
cause depressions starting to get old,
what once wanted bronze now is all about the gold,
the apartment down south has yet to be sold,
in bold red print we were evicted,
since the board thought we were all so twisted,
moved and still have too many dishes,
whys my brother callin girls fishes?
is that what i looked forward to?
am i everything i thought of back in high school?
now i even get high too,
but still i'd drop this whole act for you.