Dos Sinatra - A.N.T.I.S.O.C.I.A.L

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Not here for da small talk
Ion’t really care what you hear dawg
Steppin on me
What ya fear dawg
Talk less
Make moves
Yeah dawgg
Killin ya soul
But never knew... uh
Old to me
But new to you... uhh
Shit iz fake
Shit fuu... uhh
Degreee onna belt
Getting thru... uhhh
Wait
Hear it thru da ceilings
Might not feel it
Pray when you see dis
Smart like keenan
Girls
Be feening
Iron low
I can tell your a nyemic
Real shit
Not ready for da realness
Banana
Got ya bitch trynna peel dis
Instructions
Stay low while
I fix dis
A N T I
I mean stay to myself... you know... away from negativity
Anti-social
You don’t know me
Idk you
What is ya goals?
What is purpose?
What is ya lifestyle?
What is ya urges?
Curses
Gold ain’t worth it
People die
Girls be hurt-in
Certain
You feeling a way
Distance
Hearin a grave
Hearing da wave
Stayin away
Pushing away
Ayee...
Pushing my... uh
Anti-social
You don’t know me
Idk you
Quest
Ask me questions
Test
Look we testing
No press men
A+
Im best man
X team
Like a X man
A-N-T-I
Yea that was me
Anti motherfucker in college
I open up tho... met some cool ass nerds and got my grade up

Written by:
Donell Moss

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