I don’t even know why, I even worry.
To ever think another can beat me at me, Well that would make an interesting story.
Next chapter please you can’t compete with me, Most of y’all lies even bore me.
Mama was a Portuguese Brazilian thoroughbred named Lauren.
She said you could put the whole world in your pocket and still feel like your a brokeless foreign.
I am a Goddess next to the glory.
Every day challenges just become a normal chore to me.
People will leave you broke,sick to your stomach crying for Conessi.
While they living it up feeling stress free.
So never let anyone get the best of you and I’ll never let anyone get the best of me.
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