why don't you keep it real stop talking about what you call yourself the anthem you put together (hit by stars, hit by cars(and he keeps it real) country grammer you still don't speak your gay bashing tells everyone else different and still they don't listen so you get lost get fucked get crossed get sucked (that bitch knows she aint all that) it wouldn't have been so weird if the speaker wasn't talking about fabolous(who actually isn't) and you buy the oke-doke get left behind and end up smoking coke and fab is a guy its horseshit in a sty welcome to keeping it real can you do it without having to steal?? see this right here?? this ain't your beer that fucking queen can't keep it real at all so trip up a hater and watch them fall ike turner, that motherfucker couldn't keep it real with tina so he had to cluck her 47th and lake park they keep it real and forsake all motherfuckers who continue to be fake(yo, p.diddy, wassup??!)Birth sign: Aries
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