Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Bastard, hap hazardous track master, put a beat on and words become lavishly crass daggers/
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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