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Sonny, I gotta let you go buddy I gotta let you know, honey Skinny girls follow me around all day. And I think of you Petite, about 5'e Two things I can't be Light skinned makes three Don't make me explain myself I spend every day in hell Still no kitchen Still running to catch up with you— But finally, I might get it I can't; Too many bad decisions, It isn't meant to be And if it was or is You'd be here with me So I let you go Gotta let you go. I'm a nobody With no home Probably all alone For the long run Don't worry Ain't nobody I gotta curse on me That way, Nobody loves me I ain't picking up no pennies No hope, cause I'm not skinny Got loops, but no synth Eye of Horus: been homeless since Nobody loves me Been homeless since Nobody loves me Been homeless since A curse on me I'm getting used to it I'm getting used to being alone, I like it, I promise Don't love, Cause then it ends It is what it is A genius mix But missing the prescription Read the description, Or inscription on the Rolex I'll probably still get him And stick it inlocker 115 in the women's locker room In Hell's Kitchen I ain't picking up no pennies No hope, cause I'm not skinny Got loops, but no synth Eye of Horus: been homeless since My ex had put a curse on me He carved the eye of Horus on me With a house key And I been homeless ever since And demons follow me So I guess it is what it is Ain't nobody but God Not forgotten, But love is I ain't picking up no pennies No hope, cause I'm not skinny Got loops, but no synth Eye of Horus: been homeless since Nobody loves me Been homeless since Nobody loves me Been homeless since A curse on me {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2023 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©