Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
No not the heiress just one from an escort service
They say with identity comes purpose
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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