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I'm Donnie Darko I'm drunk Swerve down a dark road How fast can the car go? With a trunk full of cargo I pull up from Barstow I call up Carlo, he call up Marco Back to drugs, got a barcode Man, this shit that make my heart cold Pull up, I'm making a drop off She mad that I'm making a stop off I'm in the drop getting topped off She never wanna get dropped off I put the molly on her tongue She said it burned just hot sauce They letting them shots off Now they taping your block off Give a fuck how you feel You ain't real, you a knockoff Even ya own bitch Know that you all on my dick Hop off 5 mill for the Cali crib Middle finger to my old neighbors I put out a album called Immigrant Letras de cancionesI'm in the country with no papers, damn Said if there's smoke I'll be right there All of my dogs don't fight fair I'm the Arabian dream, ho I'm the American nightmare They left me to die in the darkness I was ahead by light years I'm the Arabian dream, ho I'm the American nightmare Shut the fuck up, let me ride in silence With a whole magazine, ho, I subscribe to violence She stacking up money, yeah, but she racking up mileage She payin' for collagen but she won't pay for college I ain't no Nostradamus, he thinkin' he got him a goddess All of these modern Madonnas just look like each other, I promise She asking for Birkins but really she twerkin' for dollars I ain't judging, I'm just being honest Said if there's smoke I'll be right there All of my dogs don't fight fair I'm the Arabian dream, ho I'm the American nightmare They left me to die in the darkness I was ahead by light years I'm the Arabian dream, ho I'm the American nightmare Yeah I've reached the top then I free fall Dog, my life like a seesaw They really thought I would fade away Fuck 'em all I'ma ball to the league call Bitch, you a hater by default Got a heart full of sea salt I'd die for the shit that I'm living for Lord, my life like a metaphor Every day I wake up and the world different Dark addictions really had my nerves twitching Had my mama crying and my girl tripping Quit the pill popping and the syrup sippin' Fuck it, I took some L's But losing yourself is the worst sickness Jealousy, envy the worst mixture Enemies acting like family Feel like the devil in church with you Gotta pray, man, this shit is the real deal I married the game But the wedding just ended up looking like Kill Bill I hold no ill will but your shit doesn't feel real Who got the juice? I used to shoot Bitch, fuck around and I still will From Letras Mania