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Don't know what i light up for,
hell i don't get high anymore,
whats in store, are my shelves empty?
trippin on something is startin to tempt me,
drinkin Henny, chuggin Absolut,
bitches play with rumors like it was all a flute,
don't mean to be brute, it's true,
but i only call em bitches cause of you,
transparently you must be see through,
since i was blinded it wasn't in view,
but open my eyes and what do i see,
i'm a veteran of love, and a love amputee,
pain is a guarantee, listen to me,
the same that can satisfy will soon give you grief,
make you a vegan then spoon feed you beef,
the strength in the end stays the only real relief.