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Lost College Boy


Being broke a having you wishing money grew on trees And keys to Mercedes would appear from no where like a stray dog wit rabies And see I'm scared to love a lady Because I know she gonna leave me for that guy with that mercedes It aint gonna matter if I'm there while she broke down on her knees Because if I aint got them diamonds then I am not what she needs So now I'm in the house punching walls till my knuckles bleed Screaming god help me PLEASE!!! Because I dont know where to turn And my mom sent me to school But I dont wanna really learn But society make it seem If I dont then my life will crash and burn That aint even fair But you cant say nothing Because all the grown folks gonna say is, "Life aint fair" So I try to keep going Because if I dont then I go back to life where cupboards are bare I just really dont know what to do make one bad decision and it will be over for you I'M LOST!!!
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