My pocket dont drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statues got a concrete heart But youre the coldest bitch I know In the factory that you call your mind Graveyard thoughts of stone A master thief I wouldnt enter there Youve nothing I would care to own, so help me Youre pretending that you got it made You know I know you know no truth Youre still serving cookies and koolaid Youre so proper and so cute My pocket dont drive me fast My mother treats me slow My statues got a concrete heart But youre the coldest bitch I know, so help me
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