This is a song about "Ing"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Then y'all should get this too he's no please-ing it's a fact/he's a criminal of feelings

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

But i'm more scared of weddings than a funeral lately

Disguist-ing he is a bane instead of brother he's like crazy

So a-k to your brain, and you ooz-ing

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Ing to this finely adorned thing, my eyes see, were fondling

Story of keeness, #bore-ing these cretins with irony

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Before my head gets steered, not hearing shit, man im go-ing crazy

Straight up nagasaki-ing comic cons

And i'm still hurtin over pops