I got my eyes on the prize not to scrutinize you but I been remembering lies
Remember the times, I would stay at my desk in my zone and get mad at anyone who tried to control, me
Drop dead on the floor, breach
Don't die till we at the morgue, cut the stitches save the blood and value it like it's from a unicorn
But don't cut stitch that's my homie In the truest form
I send him letters for the rainy days so we can ignore it pour
We didn't grow up the same but we're stuck in our ways and if he ever disagrees I'd know he's gripping a blade
No no please do not do that you can be saved
Hold on and scoot over Ima reload and empty my cage
There's 2 ghosts in the chamber and they going wild don't know how to behave
It's been awhile since our souls have seen each other might just discombobulate

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