Chance Flow

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Snakes always talking bout they yo blood, your bud, got you thinkin they
gone stick with you thru the mud, but really thats just a dub for a scrub
who was just there for the grub, the subs, the hugs n to be called a thug
but its no need to hold a grudge or judge because they didn't budge
when there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless
but who needs a heart anymore when you can rest in shore that it'll only be broken
after all your devotion, showin of emotion, your love potions
the person you love just gets stolen and causes commotion
like an explosion, erosion, you need some healing lotion,
Ibuprofen to fix the implosion but now you have a demotion instead of a promotion,
the ones you used to adore are now getting ignored like telemarketers
the numbers unknown, hang up the phone
tryna get payback like a loan, my how the time has flown
look how much we've grown apart
everything just stopped, oh no, you got chopped, dropped, cropped, cut off
like jeans in the summer, oh what a bummer, I wonder
how it feels to be sundered from your lover because you blundered
 

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Mikki
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