Itha¢a - The melancholy that is me

{intro}
Hiro!
I am right over here, so come and kill me!

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Wild, wild, west to the jungle, california to the thc
A.k.a. manny to pacquiao, when i throw hands, all eyes on me
Huh, los santos reppin', neighbors in the neighborhood get no sleep
But i gotta rep the hood, grove street, og
Even in the jungle, i wear that green
Sweater on me like it's camo, bars spittin' like it's infinite ammo, rambo
Shoot from the hip, i don't care where my maim
And i don't really even know where my aim is (?...)
Nah, i just wanna play the game
Ball, i'mma do it day to day
I just bе wantin' the vent 'bout all the womеn and money i spent
Last few exes, thought i'd text 'em 'bout the way i used to sex 'em
Man, the way they drove me crazy, and the fact i called them baby
Maybe, she'd call me back, if i told her i got a cadillac
Had a big house with a wife named sheila
All those lies and the fact i need her
Do i need her? maybe so, but i do know one thing though
Women they come and go, saturday through- nevermind
Never had a woman stay in my life, c'est la vie, like, damn, that's life
Wakin' up and eatin' breakfast, go to school, i go to work
I go to parties, find a shorty, get rejected, goin' home
I go to sleep like nothin' happened