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(Red Martin)
This is how I'm gonna live
In the fuckin ghetto
I can't trust the game
Because the promises are mellow
I can't trust these bitches
That lie saying they're a virgin
Then you find out theres another nigga
He just didn't put that work in
My sins are catching up to me
I just want another chance
Fuck I hate to romance and to dance
Because I'm sour
I'm corrupted because I have the power
Stealing 59 minutes of every rap radio hour
Shower these niggas with rhymes
Because I got more time
Since my friends decline
But their hearts are still mine
But they're depressed
Oh well
You can burn in hell
For making me feel wack
Now I'm alone loosing myself in this rap
Loosing my fucking soul over a contract
Because hopefully one day my pockets can be fat
So i put myself out on the map
I'm trying to live white although im fuckin black
My gmails full of emails im not gonna write back
I didn't kill myself yet and i already want my life back (x4)