Abort abort
No love for you anymore
Taking my time to mature
Clinically I'll restore

My lord, my lord
Can't hide behind closed doors
Truth's getting hard to ignore
Going through the race
Need a detour

Going under
High maintenance
Streets are colder
I ain't made for this

I'm a boulder
Rolling of a cliff
Rolling Stones
Bet you never pictured this

Rocking the cradle
Just to put her to sleep
Baby girl's dreams are sweet
Horror show on her feet

Red stilettos
Nightmare on Elm Street
Body count hella long
But she keeps it discreet

Part of her expertise

Bump in the night
But I know what it is now

Heart in my chest
I can hear every damn pound
Sleeping in bed
But it feels like the damn ground

You take me to a place
That's serene but strange

Not easy for me to tame
Feelings that been stained
Like a spill at a coffee shop

U steal the show

Showing me all of my emptiness

Means room to grow.

Like Rooms to Go u furnish me
With your hospitality
Came to the analogy
I want more from out of me
Renting space financially
One day it'll be reality
Today sparks a salary
Where I'm paid from your mentality
That's my reality
Nothing more left to say
So just stay out my way

Abort abort
No love for you anymore
Taking my time to mature
Clinically I'll restore

My lord, my lord
Can't hide behind closed doors
Truth's getting hard to ignore
Going through the race
Need a detour

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