SpaghettiOs

I wrote my condolences to my self
I don't need no one, don't need no help
Uh, yeah
She grab my dick, she grab my belt
(What, what)
I'm not tryna boast, but I'm wealthy
Okay, huh
And I cannot lie, its not healthy
Okay, huh
And I don't know why you so jelly

Cus' I'm doing this shit, I'm only 20
Okay, huh
You 30 years old eating Spaghettios
And I'm with ya baby mama eating some cheerios
She telling me she still doing yo laundry though
Though, though, though

And I don't know what to think about that
Hmmm
Had some better days come by
Come violate my life

Come ride with me
Come slide with me
I get you love for free
Ay

I dunno know why you are the way you are
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, no
Woah oh no bro
Woah oh no bro
Ay

We just gonna let it ride out
We just gonna let it do its thing right now
Ay I still fuck with you bro
You funny as fuck
You already know

Ay
Better days
Better days soon
(Tell em')
Uh, shit
Think about that
Whatchu think about that
Ay

Yeah, whatchu think about that
Whatchu think about
Some better days
Some better days
Tell em, we all have our day
Hmmm
We all have our day
Oohh
We all have our

We all have our day



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Patsula
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