"contemplate", i wrote about her
Apocalypse now cue the final chapter
She going to borrow some money
We were livin a fantasy
Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups
They'll feel horrendous in their final living seconds
I can't tell reality from fantasy
No smilescause ain't a thing funny
Like i'm only serving 20 rocks
Last level reached and i'm the final boss
This is your last chance, your final warning.....
Cut me off every time im talking
Hopin' that my niggas see
The final fatality,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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