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I ws lucky enough to see Ian and Sylvia perform this (and "Four Strong Winds") live.

How old are you?

19. I was quite young; it was a one-off reunion show that happened to occur in my town.

Watch the one where he talks about his suits and models them for the people. :thumb: or the one where he reads mean comments.

Alright
Uh, uh, uh
Good grief, I been reaping what I sow
Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga
I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, nigga
Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen
Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission
Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
When it's harmful where you going and the part of you that know it
Don't give a ****, pardon me for going into details
3-7-6 was a brothel
We had females come in every hour on the dot
And the **** sound like a gavel when it knock
Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts
Lately I've been panicking a lot
Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting out of hand, steady handling my job
Time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick
You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em
Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas' ****
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent, nigga, ****
Bitch
Good grief, I been reaping what I sow
Nigga, I ain't been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga
I'm fleeting thoughts on a leash
For the moment, high as ****
I've been alone in my **** for the longest
Snakes sliding in the street
Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
Pigs, riding in 'em
I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em
If he ain't dying for me, then I ain't riding with him
There's no time for that
Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar
When you iron that
Thinking 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle
I'ma wallow when I lie in that
I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back

Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want
But I just don't know how to go about getting it
Feeling, sweet feeling
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is captured my soul, yeah
Woman so willing the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It's-a all the same when it's, when it's over
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Wow
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off an' uh, go on down
All the way down
Really ain't no use in me hanging around, oh, I gotta see you
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress and uh, kiss, kiss
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Wow
Yeah
Ow
Music, sweet music
Music
Depression

They probably just didn't have any up and had gotten bumrushed by customers or something I don't know. They only take like 20 seconds longer to cook than a Whopper and are made exactly the same. It's possible he's a little bitch IRL and pissed them off all by himself.

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that BK employees are better geared for handling oversized bitches.