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This dude he's a stepper Like the elevator broke This world been here Uh, yeah yeah, I know Ripped couch with some stitches A new wardrobe Here I go Like the elevator broke This dude he's a stepper Like the elevator broke broke Like the elevator broke broke Like the elevator Always, yeah Always give your weed dude A dope name and Always call him that Even dudes that were scoe to me Wouldn't know my plug If I tipped some back Like you love everybody And so do they But the people that they co-sign everyday Will eventually hear what you say Tomorrow tomorrow Is so last year I'll pawn off my hockey gear Cuz I don't even have None of that Cuz it was too expensive Ye ye ye But promise me you'll give me your Wedding ring if I ever need a present If I ever need a present Cuz you don't put your business out There to people that they do So in all time tomorrow With true intentions They're going to mention Something bout you And before you know it Linx and Mug Get pulled over for possession And they get scared cuz their Fingerprints have never Been pressed in So instead of losing their connect They going to give up someone They don't even know And a few links down On this rusted chain Is your first and your last Cuz of word from your scoe And if you get your re-up name out there Then they're going to pounce on that Skin a cat like 7 ways Less you watch what The mother fuck you say Point blank period Here we go again I'd never take some food stamps If the people had a kid And I'd never move my teeth apart When talking to a friend Cuz if the word travels I'll be hemmed up at the end I tare off the cigarette and just smoke the filter Tomorrow tomorrow Is so last year I'll pawn off my hockey gear Cuz I don't even have None of that Cuz it was too expensive Ye ye ye I love you I'm going to shotput a cannon ball Through a neighbor's wall With a message that I love you Hold my calls Until I finish all I planned to do I don't sing dinero blues Seen the forecast And what it said But I turned it off Before it got to the good parts In my head I'm practicing That I'll never die Because I fought to be alive Holy smoke Here's the wholesome view Of what I want my scoe to do