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white boy piece o trash trying to make money bringing cash home running in a rush aint he hold a glock in his arms or its just his pen and notebook ready to write some old school shit like his big bro use to
do back in the day he was 16 rapping all over florentin with his tin can full o paint man singing bout our mother lost her when i was ten listening to eminem

bad habits
you aint gonna tell me what to do

im insane my mind is gone like my old illusions i use to talk to every morn
i hope nobody gonna cut my brain open when i say so long but if science want to have a peek i gotta say cmon

bad habits
you aint gonna tell me what to do

remember your life cuz who knows if you have another chance so find love get a partner for a dance and listen life soppouse to make zero sense like dad told me once that we cannot forever be the saints

bad habits
you aint gonna tell me what to do

yo the struggle for the cash
teens selling other teens some hash
so they can bring their mama some bread
on the dinner table on a friday night
dont be frightning from the lightskin
lightning sometimes i feel like i was born in the wrong colture im a white boy with a dark vocal
im a lightskin craker face full o freckels singing for some shekels im a white boy cracker

im a white boy cracker

שץ (Shatz)

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