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Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah

Like, what the fuck is a drought?
I just spent the night at poetry's house
And I stole all of her jewels
And stole all for the booth
I'm holding them close to home
I'm cold-hearted for sure, I
Don't toe crosses, No fair
Cross hairs falling on you top of the B
Be kid, I'm happy to raise ya
I'm after the key
Pieces that snap into place
I'm after the wrong
Boundaries built for the breaking
I just ate half of her songs
Coughing up passionate cadence about that
I've been feeling some apathy lately
About rap, and the way times passing is crazy
Feels like yesterday I was telling my
Granny that I love her
Today I make her final parting
Glances from above her
I guess time flies and souls do
Life has been side, cyanide and toll booths
That means I'm paying
I'm pained to paying respects
Until I lay in that grave
Awaiting what's next, where we going?
Rest in peace to my granny