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,
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
Secret service insurgents observe me nervously
So hurry up its an emergency
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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