Do not want to be here.
Try not to complain.
I am not ungrateful.
Let me explain.
They are giving them back.
My stolen cars.
Fixed them up for me.
Traded for bars.
They have no shame at all.
Do it right in my face.
Everyone in Palm Springs
collecting on a false case.
Everyone knows it.
I did nothing wrong.
They get paid off of me as well.
So they play along.
My postal mail stolen.
No texts yet I’m humble.
It’s the mail souls.
They are disgruntled.
Collected on what they have.
Collected on you.
Soon no more stolen checks
to pass through.
They will faze them out.
No new cloths in your closets.
Soon as I get them.
My direct deposits.
Bars = every second in a song is a bar
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