she was a lover of many, friend and daughter of few
rosebud modeling moves, cheekbones blossoming blooms
breathing white november winds. dark skin softer than june
i'm a junky in a suit. space-age saucer recluse
nose-deep in ketamine and metropolitan news
this is why u need to write songs to beats. imagine this shit transferred into a verse.
why are you afraid? bro your so afraid.. just do it, c'mon its been long enough...
sometime you gotta embrace the things you hate most
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ZOOM IN ON THAT ASS LIKE BINOCULARS
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