There's a lot of shit i wish i would've told you
But i fell slow looking at the old you
When my well closed i could never hold you
But i was holding onto rubberbandz
And plans snapped back quicker than a rat trap
I write facts
And i know you don't like that
I fight back when i'm feeling big
Bad when i'm winning his past gonna get him smacked
Right in the dingleling
Ooh dam ooh dam
Ooh daddie don't like when i slide off his right hand
Ooh dam ooh shit
Oh daddie done done what he could
But he couldn't keep a fist and
He couldn't keep me listening
So now i'm on a vision
And he just don't fit in
Sorry