See Answer Lyrics

Doseone See Answer

Bring it
Bring your sick
And the winding of my lining
With all them cysts…
I”d rather die by oldage oldage
Or having kids…
Do forgive
But I ain't no one death bitch…
I'd rather die by death bed, best friend
Weapon, laptop, rap rock, stop watch
Back stock, detox………
I want it…
Of the face
Of the arm
I want it…
Of brave…
Cancer come on…
I want it…
Of the hope…
Of the song…
I want it…
Of the quote
Cancer come on…
So lets say I get this sick
That's all the rage and anthem with
These filthy rich ex-presidents
Then will they let me in the Franklin Mint…
So I might swim, in all that gold…
Till my immune system folds
One white blood cell at a time
And one by one, your health is un-done…
And I won
When I get it first