Please understand with the fan, the mary-go-round, your Plan B.
The Windy City with the Chi, to rise, to not stack on lies.
Ur tryin to rerun with the "Knocked Up," but yes, I dun give a fuck.
In other words, I'm not free, my Sol with the Most High.
You'd be surprised as you pray, you end up in the deep blue sea.
And ur confused because ur the one hollow, and you think ur in the lead.
Hallow by thy name, ur brain fried, to put you on pause.
And you think ur doin this for a good cause.
By the time ur man arrives, the baby that cries, he then feels shy.
Because like Royce Da 5'9", she took a part of em.
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