No regrets
I'm a riff forgot the fret
I got dope mixes and flows
You a house about to get foreclosed
Gotta a beatvand start rhyming
You short the way that life is
Where's my metafore
Its hiddin underneath my pores
Gotta have reason not no excuse
I'm lighting the fuse got no truce
Finally hitting the credits up
Go loafs of bread still ain't find no dough
And guess what? U suck
So even that last bar ended abrupt
Swim in loot like scrooge McDuck
You a hockey fan cuz ya rhymes full of puck
Addicted like drugs
Gotta mean mug? Still wanna try your luck
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