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Wake up, get up
Shower and shave
Shit and rave
Eyes still closed, mind not awake

Breakfast, turn up
Drank, juice up
Lace up kicks, hit the street like a glitch
Wallet half-open, still rich in the ditch

Still gotta work
Ain’t no OnlyFans twerk
Turn up, show up
Music in the head, slow up

Grinding so hard, I choke up
Water in my hand, hatred in the other
I glance at the clock and heart drops

44, naw I don’t want more
I am done, give me a break
Working with no fun
Makes me wanna hate

But it doesn’t matter
It’s my mof***ing birthday
Here, you gay suckas have some cake
I didn’t call you queer, I said you were lame

Happy birthday suckas
Happy bday to Deez Nutz
I wild out every day
But today I laugh real LOUD

One year older, getting slower and more full of hate. I guess this life is only a one way ticket to the fucken GUN SHOW… Anyway, I was at work, tired, and it was my fucken birthday. I wanted to celebrate, wanted to do something spectacular, but reality always brings me down, always humbles me down when I am chugging some Tequila Sorpresa… and boom son… life is like fucken skittles, all you got is rainbow colors and the same FUCKEN flavor.