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Pass me a drink, hand me a cigar
Seventeen in club sometimes even bars
these are not things that im usually into
but I do it because its what my friends do
You could say that im insecure OR im just trying to fit in
but to me life is a game, and im just tryna win
I live in my parents house. Do nothing of what they say
I got to school thats about it, but im in trouble everyday
I like everything he do and say half which idk what it means
I love his muscle showing shirts, and cut, ripped jeans
i want the no good over the one that has a future cause to my friends its cooler its like a trend
and to us life is a game and we just wanna win
I had a dream I played the lotto the man next to me ask what numbers i would pick
I looked at him said idk... 1... 5... 6
He said he knew me and all that I have done
that i felt life was a game and if it was theres not way i could of won
he said to do for me whats best these other folk dont matter there only one man to impress
so my child to win the biggest lotto your numbers should be
7......7.......7
because the only way you win in this here life is to work your way to heaven
Love God.
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