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Syri—, Landfill Welcome to A Leaking Head V‚ where all the souls come alive And do some cookouts on the side and shit‚ you know‚ let's go (E, E) You "A" I say "E" now, oh‚ "A" was that song was the song that prolly caught on Glad it didn't, prolly get known as "The A Guy", nothing more for that Try and run it back‚ no signin' contracts, had to counteract Make a whole makeshift stack, work at the factory for a lil' bit Work at the postal office for a little bit, stack it up, do this shit Get the government benefits, you know the whole deal You know the whole deal, owin' one-point-five trill', two trill' And that's real, ayy, wearing a fuckin' jersey, I sweat it out Send it back for a return, they didn't allow that shit so I let the bitch burn I ain't got no redhead, I ain't got no fuckin' purple dress I ain't got no fuckin [?] Made a letter off some part of Pennsylvania And then have the whole Philadelphia cheesesteak look at me like "How does ya?" Oh my God, these beats are too fuckin' short From Letras Mania