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exhausted lyrics by Xenoly

On a mic talking about some shit, you never had
Everybody makes this kind of shit it’s getting really sad
Yeah, they say, do I care, no not really man
Hit up on my D.M.’s, till the P.M. not no fucking fan
I’m not your fucking fan
Never send me shit again
What’s so funny
Everything you fucking said
Now you running
Run away from what is dead
No keep it coming
Nine Nineteen right through your head

Fuck you
Busy making money that so funny like a yahoo
Who the fuck uses yahoo
The beats about to do the thing that it fucking gaps to
That it fucking gaps to
That it gaps to, that it fucking
Ya’ll remember that song I made
Can we go back

Crossed like a chop stick
Pull up with the mop quick
Hit them in the face till there’s water like a faucet
Money going up
Had it then I lost it
I will never do this shit again man it’s exhausted

On a mic talking about some shit, you never had
Everybody makes this kind of shit it’s getting really sad
Yeah, they say, do I care, no not really man
Hit up on my D.M.’s, till the P.M. not no fucking fan
I’m not your fucking fan
Never send me shit again
What’s so funny
Everything you fucking said
Now you running
Run away from what is dead
No keep it coming
Nine Nineteen right through your head