Please correct me, stretch marks
With blood running fast down my arms
Scars up and down my arms
You haters put up your guards
Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act
Your face, the feel of you in my arms i can't
I be calling out game like miles at the farms
And in those third world countries it's used like soviet arms,
Wrap my arms around you and cuddle.
No one notice your struggle
Your in my arms right next to me,
Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see
Tug these sleeves up my arms
Finish line with the tire marks
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