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All those bags full of pain, haven't i tried?
rumors become truth, i never lied,
sit back, smoke a blunt and wonder whats next,
grew up from just simply wanting sex,

across the way sending notes on a clothes line,
go to the city, meet a pimp and know his hoes mine,
too modest and too shy, wallet or blunt full of green,
trying to figure out what girl should bless this scene,

one in a million or just a random flirt,
moving on from this worrying can't hurt,
left for Italy, thoughts of her keep hittin me,
barely send a heyyy, gotta be shittin me,

aren't i important enough to at least write daily?
figures blondes and brunettes, jens kaths and haileys,
all want to play me just so until they're content,
lying all the while about their true intents.