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It's about time i spilled all the lies off my chest,
can't believe i fell for her and not the rest,
aint got a plan, option or way out,
i'm two swings from losing by KO in this bout,
it's a transaction that involves no talk,
a fast action like your minute mans cock,
fresh as a kid getting hit with gucci belts,
even as an adult i'm zooted without these gucci welts,
knew a jane, knew a mary, but put them both together,
baggy game stays hairy, the stankier the better,
while others are living for a future i'm living for my now,
you all applause but i don't care enough to bow,
no point in believing what i can't see,
majority is missing who i can't be,
behind my eyes my life is a movie,
falling under the genre of straight to dvd tragedy,
hard to see but i push just to wake and bake,
i still slack even though i know whats at stake.