This is a song about "Almost love almost kisses and a close realtionship which turned out bad"

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Me in a frame busting a nut till i can feel my gut hurting and almost bursting.

And hold up i'm almost through

Knowing that i need you

Got a box that filled with almost everything else

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I had to make her stay what a bad mistake like i'm glad i ache almost if i haven't ate

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

A breakdown broad oh she could of done better

Almost like my hand in a blender,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

See me and you we almost had the same outcome, heath

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Smoke a lot of weed, almost like it's all i need

Nobody has brains to believe, it's almost like a curse

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