Cup of Tea
Right until my vis be throbbing
Wait for pistol popping
All this fucking shit I'm dropping
Way too wavy for your ears

Falling down, it ain't no option
Laying back in the streets of Compton
Listening to some Frank Sinatra
Brings me back like fifty years

Mom and Dad, they don't want me here
Make you feel a lot, [like your down in debt]
Run a [inaudible] but I'm kinda mad
And I'm high with the tea comin out my ass

It's impossible to come and stop me fool
Dodging all these obstacles
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