Pitchfork doesn't need a plate
You no longer irate,
And then along came the wrong man for her
As i spit the flame grows higher and higher,
I'll tell you baby that we're through
No longer alive with out you,
Let the crowd choose who can last longer
I feel like deaths around the corner
I reel them in, goadomes on see
Can no longer say things privately,
And i'm about to fill y'all in on the real
Grows stronger, like it don't belong here
My love is no longer,
And that i spent the night with her
My dick grows she blows face starts to glow
The sun gives light cause it is the window
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