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With a beat i can nod my head to just wait,
a couple of measures and i'll say something great,
most likely you will hate get your boy to scare me straight,
ever since i became a lightweight i learned you were a mistake,

only surround myself with beautiful bodies,
like i was in need of protection so i went and bought rotties,
just a little kid in need of new hobbies,
a reason to fuck it all and go nuts at parties,

why am i alive? simply feel out of place,
like glasses in your pocket instead of in a case,
tearing up nightly like i daily get maced,
at first you wanted space and now you're just a waste,

it hurts to know we couldn't be what i wanted,
you fucked up the battle stabbed dead while you taunted,
all i need to do is just kill the ghosts that have haunted,
then in my self i will see someone who should be flaunted.