Itch My Nuts for Me

Sheer luck with it
Never gave a fuck bitches
Seem to show me love
When i want
Got that funk hitting

Fuck what you heard B
This that drunk swearving
Barely make it home
Nothing wrong at 6:30

Have you ever wondered why your the one that done went and hit
The egg out a milli built a ceiling and came limited
To live is to suffer move on and go chase yo butter
Everything is nothing and emptiness still has clutter

Built a house of cards
Bumped a table
Had an earthquake
But every shake
Didnt Touch a thing
Nothings out of place
I put my faith in knowing that im king of my own space
Trusting in my grace for everything in my day to day



Credits
Writer(s): Chancellor Watt
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