Shante Campbell (01/11/1998 / Fort Lauderdale Florida)
How come every time you're doin somethin' right,
somebody gotta come and make everything wrong?
You just wanna be nice,
have a life
but it seems like the world is putting you down.
Doesn't want you to rise up from your slump,
wants you to sit there in your dump.
Yeah its messed up now
and the only question you're askin' now is...
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