Ain't shit changed still bony no bowflex
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Googling some titties while my girl won't give me throat sex , swag
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Stressing, strung out, kotex
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Wishing I can get my money back from my old checks
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American proletariat derelict no inheritance heiresses think my lyrics is embarrassing
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I'm the stoner Spider Man ripping chemical vitamins
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Spit it general cypher and gripping emerald heinekens
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I sold LP's smoked lb's
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You smell me? that's Wells, beach
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I'm on my soil chilling on a winters night
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I ran out of oil, that's that shit I don't like
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Came in the game with a brain not an amulet
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I need the cannabis not what is on the mannequin
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I'm procreated so you know I need the money
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Must've saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn't hungry
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[Hook]
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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Shit I'll eat all the food in your apartment
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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I'll eat the whole turkey you ain't gotta carve it
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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I'll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
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Yo it's that ugly white rapper, no not Paul Wall
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But the one from the north who doesn't say aw yaw
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I got a ten sack that's like eight more balls
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And I'm gonna blow trees until the acorns fall
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It's like I'm riding in a beemer
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When I'm in a Nissan with Ryan Peters on the speakers
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Same shit, people that I came with
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Still up in Maine bitch I ain't that famous
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And this isn't commercial
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But it would be if I hadn't been dropped from Universal
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They say you gotta pay to fly
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You want filets on a plane and them stakes is high
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So I'm sitting at McDonalds I don't got a dollar
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I be spitting enemies and got saliva out the bottle
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I'm procreated so you know I need the money
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Must've saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn't hungry
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[Hook]
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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Shit I'll eat all the food in your apartment
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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I'll eat the whole turkey you ain't gotta carve it
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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I'll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet
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This is east to Eden mixed with reasonable doubt
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Made an album for the label but they never put it out
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Paid my dues now I'm waiting on a couch
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Made enough off rap for down payments on a house
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Come hither the blunt and drum hit her
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The humble humdinger the mumbling gun slinger
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Truck beds, middle class, bud had
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Nickelback, little cash, enough said, cripple swag
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Back like a tramp stamp low cal made one-hundred grand in a month but I'm broke now
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Luckily, that's what my skis is, genius,
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Covered up in crumbs from the cheez-its
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I cut the fame, minimal
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Nickname, pivotal
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Wit game, miserable
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Rib cage, visible
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I'm procreated so you know I need the money
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Must've saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn't hungry
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[Hook]
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I'm starving, I'm starving
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Shit I'll eat all the food in your apartment
|
I'm starving, I'm starving
|
I might even eat the shit up out the garbage
|
I'm starving, I'm starving
|
I'll eat the whole turkey you ain't gotta carve it
|
I'm starving, I'm starving
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I'll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet.
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I'm Starving
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