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mum therapy - holstar lyrics

verse 1
momma my friend’s a thug and a hard head, a superman who thinks’ he’s flyer than
clark kent but he ain’t ever been/
drug’s hit hard like nevirapine, born to win but this cat thinks it’s the norm to sin/
his loose screws are amusing with two spoons in the tongue, droops booze and abusing
with new tools in the lung/
a gift to every woman he said, he’d give a gift to every woman that’s dead now/
are you living walking or are you walking for the living, a life of books or are you giving
books life/
a whip nice, built with big lights, big house what would it be with no good wife/
a jerabo type it’s looking like its new money, a dunce in class homie defines the new
dummy/
his has a wild style refer to him as alarm, girl if you’re next remember to keep the armor
on/

verse 2
momma my friend loves to pick and pay, she shops*rite and loves to play these silly
games – who is this girl?
she must be a former black individual from the powder pack a large slap would just
cause mad residuals/
see cash is pivotal, in her life it’s mystical – twitter, facebook, instagram that’s the
visual!
she’s not even herself anymore a fraction of her real self and selfies define her wealth/
designer clothes, fast cars but an empty fridge; a bulimic mind state and she loves the
binge/
many men hooked, my friends shook get me off the hinge, my bank account laughs my
wallet walking on a limb/
who will i turn to, dear god i need to save this soul – we need saviors soul so many can
get save a hold/
too many lack a heart of gold, watch our friends diminish we’re critics in the back and
fold/
bridge
be yourself, you need to work it out x 3
be yourself!

- holstar lyrics

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