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I'm lost for words, molly wick, I'm drowning from dirt. Your Minute Maid, ain't nothing to my low key shade. We need a lot to this song it minute long. You can call me King Kong, but not for long. My world is bigger and better, like an open letter. You're world is different, so vociferant --- Restricted like a consept you loved to bully, I place the blame with you fully. And only the Master shall praise us, and only the master shall blame, and no one will work for the money, no one will work for the fame. Let me wear that Scarlet letter, When I'm bad I'm even better. Smells like money dipped in honey. -- Life is different when your being praised, only I will be saved. Change the game, or be the same Two sides, different vibes, Let your our own, Or get outta my zone --- Call it sad, call it funny, but it's better than money. I felt so far from the truth, More than miles dilute. We met under the Hudson Bay, Drove away in my new Chevrolet.