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She mad as fuck
Don’t know her name
But she ’bout nine years old
Livin’ inside an older cranium
Comes outside to wage war on myself (myself)
No sale but
She try so long and hard
She only leaves
To cry alone
But we ain’t talked for weeks
I know I’m pretty wrong
But it’s G
It’s G