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,
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
Im steady surgin' with verses, deadly but on the surface im nervous
Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains
Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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