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nonsensical lyricistness


something came out of nothing and showed me who was bluffing

and when he was lusting thoughts were only on busting

but to be fair that pretty girls bust was too much

and words come out saying as such

hands reachin lookin for something to munch empty stomach feels like i just took a punch

miss the days I could go grab some lunch they'll be back that's just my hunch

the time is crunch so we gotta rush

blood on her face like red blush

police make a scene and I'm like what's the fuss

no need to cuss he’s just a suss boy

and what's more they want to say I’m rotten to the core

can't they see I’m just desperate poor

cause all I ever wanted was something more

 
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