"Momma, what's wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends
And that's enough to make ends meet, fck dividends
But I be living in a lonely ass world
Searching for the perfect woman, not a little girl
See, they be dressing all trashy, acting sassy
Spreading them for flashy fast talkers with the cash
Me, I can't compete with that
I use a beat and raps to fill the gap within my soul
But that's getting old
And I be getting told, told to spit game, man
But to me that sht's lame, I use my mind, not a pick-up line
It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night stand
I might end up celibate for the hell of it
And tell a grip of stories, about how I want a wife
How they be looking nice, but don't be acting right
And if you slacking they might lead you to debt
Take your last giving penny, the thought makes me stress
Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect
I'll be alone, fiending because I felt neglect"
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Life is just blah, blah, blah
You hope for blah
And sometimes you find it, but mostly it's blah
And waiting for blah
And hoping you were right about the blahs you made
And then, just when you think you've got the whole blah'd damn thing figured out
And you're surrounded by the ones you blah
Death shows up... anddd blah, blah, blah.
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