But hey, i don't have any damn friends
Most people only come around for the shit i can hand them
Gotta keep an eye out for predators like Chris Hanson
Sick of seeing how everybody checks out like i worked at the Hamptons
These rhyming words are the closest I've got to pals and chums
Typing these verses on this tiny screen until I've got calloused thumbs
Same forwards and backwards a palindrome, pound the drum
And I'll just keep spitting till my mouth goes numb or the air runs out my lungs
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