.Petal to the metal, lost flint, it was sugar in gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
There's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told you these the last days
It's all mine, could have split the last plate
Nigga's didn't have faith, so I stopped trying<.>
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