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Boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, you out of character Flexing shit you ain't about for clout so you look scarier Talking all that shit but shit, that's typical America I could write it down and take your life just like a narrator Let me keep it real, I really don't need popularity I don't leave the house and yet the people, they are there for me They know that I'm there for them, my music's for their time of need _Blnk's the fuckin cult, our culture's deeper than the people think Black nails, red wine, can't nobody hit my line From Letras Mania