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I gotta break your fucking heart
I gotta climb these fucking charts (I gotta climb 'em)
I gotta do something that’s innovative
Creative just to create a legacy before death do us part
I gotta spend one summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia’s momma
Breakfast in bed is head with plenty of Carne Asada
I gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope
I got a, I got a fine, cause I ain't wanna vote
I promise, I know the history of those who died
For the rights for me to survive but those who lied
To the minority will make em turn inside they grave
I can easily pretend like y'all but that's not me
I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt
The youths need to know every detail about this Earth
The devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel
Ask God if them polls important, the end is near