I listen to the black guy who tips podcast because Rod and Karen are hot

So black is the dumbest popper ain't nothing

I get this paper of cats have to come through the front

I want this paper as long as I got this paper too much for that

I'm gonna tell you about it later, I'll tell you how it should be

There, there, there, there, there, there

I'm in this tight-sick situation, I'm at this thick scrub of ten

Megan's tried to call me too when I knew that

I know it seems like a set of work, but maybe she's tried to let me from the door

I have a second my brain's late, then I move my deep door

You're glad it's just a balcony, how can you set me up like that?

I pour my balance out back, I'm getting down the body that's gay

I'll start it straightening, I take a five step step, time in and me you can't

It's on me, I take you stride, the remedy when I step in

It's good dog, it's on the low when there's your head, it's weapon

I'm getting down the set in real, I ain't at the street, I have no traffic on my back

Where I got you, on my feet, where am I?

I put 100, back against the wall, I'm looking for my inn in the room

I'm searching for the mall, no bullets being fired, so now

I think you're setting to the corner, that's where I'm supposed to

Or if you're setting, I put your way for learning, I was searching for the train

We only want the trouble with no code, I'm in the rain

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