So i refuse to follow in the same steps as my old man.
'cause it was an admired service-man
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
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