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the bug


I was sweet once, until life hand me lemons, now I get squeezed son by my demons in seconds, talking reckless not able to hear life lessons, may not have all the answers, but I got me some questions, like why did you have to go when we needed you here, and how come you still love him when he only needs a beer, if you thinking you have nothing to fear, you're feeling feelings that are insincere, I'm not stressing a rap career, just as long as i have one ear I can't vent into, struggling for means with schemes sometimes questionable, not being able to achieve dreams will start to mess with you, so go ahead and get misled to get messed up, don't care if it's heroin in that bitch that your cup, til the dea fucks you and shows no love, hit detox before you IV that drug, life flashes in a second like squashing a bug, man I don't want to be that bug, dear lord I don't want to be that bug.
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