No religion, all I follow is my feet no psalms,
As far as holy water I would need a bath,
Even breathing stressing he didn't even ask,
So far passed stressed that I can't even see the art?
His is as I am truly, high at times I'm ruly,
My minds screwed, and my moods blew as?
Add to that my heart isn't good I lie to these groupies
Like I like em I don't like em I just like to get the goodies
So disrespectful giving your chick a neck full, of salty water,
She sorta looks like she bit on a pretzle,
Skilled I'm passed that, I'm past them,
Got that lemon pasta, then you lucky if you see it passed back
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