stress

you know I’m a soldier I’m gettin older she weigh a ton and I call her a boulder it’s nearing the winter so it’s getting colder call that girl paper the way that I fold her I took that B home she given me head I live in a mansion cause I got that bread just thought of these lyrics while laying in bed I’m a typical white boy cause I got no dreads Yay you know I’m trying get this girl tissues the way that she crying get her a grave cause she is still dying give me some French the way that I’m frying get her binoculars the way that she spying