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I make you sad like you had a sex dream gettin wet,
started blonde later to find out she went brunette,
tight like tryin to squeeze between two buses with a corvette,
burnt with lip marks, i'm a cigarette,
don't play me, like a clarinet,
once i notice, the sound i first made don't forget,
you can bet it's the last time you can say we met,
i'll be dead set on leavin you in the dust like a regret,
cause i got more than just the girl thats on my dick,
not my fault you think i run with the wrong clique,
grab my gun and run with it goin click click,
then out comes the bang sign cause i don't fuck with bullets,
went from lets get pets, to fuck that shit,
i hate the past, why the fuck commit?
but let me once, be true and admit,
whats after W is just a dutch i need to split.