Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower,
But it's fuck the world, get a child out her.
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers.
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour,
Married to the game but she broke her vows.
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open bibles.
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