This shit done worn me down, put you in lost and found
They never hear me out, what, what was you talking 'bout?
Your pockets in a drought, but you gon' run your mouth
But we can ride it out
I know that it's not fair, I tell you I don't care
I'm pulling out my hair, my voice is really rare
- JoinedJune 18, 2020
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