It's different than bitching and moaning, I'm scribbling moments as I've been bending and folding
Doubled over, gut wrenching in loathing...knees bent, no shoulders for gripping and holding
Stripped down to wishing from knowing, it's killing me slowly
Sifting through clothing, lifting them up and sniffing them only hoping to find out if it isn't moldy.
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Drunk in the club, let a nigga say somethin'...
I'll have him fall victim like the nigga base jumpin',
Last edited by Chill Phil; 09-08-2018 at 03:23 AM.
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