For Damn Certain
He doesn't want to hear me talk.
No conversation, no sex.
Tasting the skittles rainbow.
Will give you cavities or a root canal.
Keep your wisdom teeth.
You snore above my feet.
500,000 dollars to invest.
Half a million is the rest.
Counting the seconds til you left.
Doing just fine.
Just leaving.
A con job is deceiving.
Gulliable because your believing.
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