Lyrics:
like kids love apple juice Patches on my back like acne, bitches in the truck like Daphne Velmas fat ass running after me, my bacne's a catastrophe What
a bad case of bacne Girl, don't you ever try to get back with me Left you out in the cold like you're Sarah Mclachlan's dog that just pardoned a scold
through you? Like back in high school? Maybe I'm just overthinking this shit I'm insecure about alotta things From bacne to my singing I'm sorry I'm
Singing, dancing Feeling, all his bacne All along it was your Uncle Mitch All along he was your Uncle Mitch Laughing, playing Smiling while his beer
roommates may hear I have really bad b-acne It looks like the gosh-dang night sky And I promise I'm gonna get it taken care of So I'm not a baby maker
Yo, yo, yo, ayo holla' at me But don't holla' at me Keep a fat hag with a back fulla bacne His hairline workin' on a 3 shape Spare time smirkin'
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