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Uh, uh
I’m getting cold sweats in my room
It ain’t occur to me that I got some catching up to do
And don’t forgive me or you’re screwed
Walk on your back like I was tryna raise a mummy, Doom
I don’t wanna make it
I have some tricks, I wouldn’t work if I was really famous
I do not leave my house at night for food, I think it’s dangerous
If I were stabbed or killed or trafficked, that’d really suck (Fuck)
My dad gets faded, five people, he brings the notice to the door
The swinger of the hammer, my father, he is not the source
W gotta make a living, life ain’t easy to avoid
Aird by a boy, I guess I’m-
You still miss your ex, I could be your next one
I could be a fun one, I might get you hexed
Speak about myself a lot, that’s how I get neck
Wanna pay my people living check to check to check
I hope they-
And I hope hears it too
Exfriend in their twenties, fuck me over out the blue
Said I’m doing better, I’m still screaming at the roof
Still the mediator, ain’t no time to be confused
My advice to anyone in my position
You never gotta listen but that girl be glad you did it
I miss when things were this way
I’m molded by the minute
I’m colder by the minute
I’m losing faith in this