| Sad like a bad Goodbye
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| Deep down I know it was I that should have died
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| Regretting the missed calls, just thinking I’ll call tomorrow
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| I was way too convinced
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| That you would see another day, and I would do this
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| Dial digits linked to you, and say I love and I miss you
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| Now I got issues, same place residential
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| Fuck everybody back home that knew what I did
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| Don’t say you care about him, then assist his diminish
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| When I see you it’s butcher knives, like I’m fresh out the kitchen
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| I promise I ain’t leave the premises till I’m finished
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| Fuck shame, I’ll spit on the corpses of you bitches
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| What
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| That’s my life, what is here, so
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| I’m gifted with the mac
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| Swiftly I attack, burn me, I fire back
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| Flipping like acrobats, going agro
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| Defrost you like Spyro
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| Blunts got me tight-roped, the IRL psycho
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| Enter my domain, like URL’s now I know
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| No backspace I make sure no typos
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| Shut your block down then lift you up like high notes
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| These can’t buy those, sandals can’t try those
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| No
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| Realistically I probably wouldn’t even drop this
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| I don’t know what to say
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| What? |