Im moving on from ex , but i get jealous , am i a hypocrite?
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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