The disease of the wordsmith hidden inside of the mist
Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest
She's every love song that i love singing
Good evening, uhm, everybody listening
Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.
And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market
It's just textbook stuff
Baby if you want my love
Enter a mist, twist, barrel role and all that shit.
I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket
Narcissist, that cant see through the mist
To be honest, im modest
If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list
My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist
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