Correction Lyrics Pep Talk by Xavy Rusan

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Talking to my mirror, like "I love you so much"
Curvin' all my critics, like "I heard you, so what?"
You can't kill my confidence, I think I'm the man
Tally all the f**ks I ever gave on my head
Lately, I been living like I can't take a loss
They want to help me, that's what made me a boss
You can't kill my confidence, I think I'm the man
We don't give a f**k, that's what they don't understand

I'm back again like flu season
I broke records while loose leafing
I'm comin' now, my roof leavin'
Don't give a f**k, I don't care, uh
Did this sh*t in my lonesome
No wonder now, I'm on one
No shortcuts in that long-run
All I really want is my sharе, uh
is nothing
End of discussion
f**k all them feelings, I throw 'em, [I pin up?] pеrcussion
sh*t is disguisting
I hear 'em bragging 'bout sh*t that they did and it did not move me, not in the least
They ain't been droppin' no seasonal [the servants?], swear that you almost spotted the feast
I been on go mo', show mo', show boat, roll boat, wave ride
Cool sharted, too naughted, pool parted, wet footed, face ride
Any up, penny down, hand me down, thrist [do?] old drip
New money, too funny, oh shawty talkin' 'bout "oh sh*t"
I'm on they ass now
Can't get a pass now
I'm a cash cow
Keepin' it brash now
n***as is trash now
Imma spaz out
I be killin' my lows and livin' on highs
You seein' the sky's the roof
You could just see in my eyes
That there is no lies
I cannot disguise the truth
I been dugged off, gettin' sucked off in my new merch, call it "dug sauce"
On the new couch, with my chucks on, get the f**k on with that hate
I'm big cool on the small check, 'cause I know now that I'm all that
Got a hawk guy on the ball cat, get the f**k outta my face, uh

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