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finally finally a black person i'm not even trying to be racist but like god all i've been seeing is white hispanic and mexican people and i'm not even trying to be racist i'm not a racist ass person but damn what a black people
what's the word tell me what you heard tell me what to do just tell me when it hurts when i get you to myself that's murder what you mean you and me i'm here all by myself you're around she's around let's be polite and i'll leave her out the fuck you call this hopeless not romantic i ain't got no kids so don't be so childish you're wilding i'll be
Be wild and true, but not like you, shit maybe a little like you Maybe we ain't so different, maybe I'll be trippin' too What's the word, tell me what you heard Don't tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts When I get you to myself, that's murder Eh, eh, duh, duh, duh