New World Order

What then, duck them
S'always something
Don't know where the fluck to begin
Hoe get off my nuts, damn!
Aw man
Rossin'
Rick Owens flossin'
Nah bitch now you lost in a LAN
All this time still laggy as shit!

Drug clout
Slug bout 2-3 sumn
Snout drip Pop stop vomit- be buggin' out
4-5 shot locksmith keeps coming down
South side summer sea sick, seeds seldom smile
Nigga bow bow bow down
Knees bend in half

Marvelous, system starvin' us and another bum bites the carbon dust
Ayy, most thangs won't save your love, enough
Mundane world que cera, cera

You and I idolize one demise
Suiciiide
Who am iii?



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Writer(s): Jonathan Bosch
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