Fuck all that good shit, girl we both too grown
Whisper in my ear, we playing telephone
I write this shit like you a fucking soldier
Forbidden fruit my favorite antidote
Too fucking honest to be prepping
Too fucking smooth came down for certain
That 9-5 ain't got you working
Just clock out 'cause you work my last nerve
Don't make me crash out, crash out
Don't make me crash out, crash out
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