I Wanna Grab and Make the Easter Bunny Proud

"I wanna grab and make the Easter Bunny proud I get up, that's my clothes off Sleep is the cousin of death No plans to doze off The streets that don't come with a ref I never sold soft Just creep with a hustle and scrap And got the oze off" "You reach niggas up and like stuff To blow your nose off Cause zoom tight And then we're sold for dream now As if it never happened We gon' get you to death So much sickness, angel, shit Shout out to whoever you might be listening from YouTube, Google, sound clouds by the fire."

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