I was a trap the last time they looked.
They saw me now, they saw me, saw I as I is now
I wasn't a trap last time I looked.
I saw me then, I saw me, saw I as I ever
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your sacred *** -- it's cute that you're afraid.
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible *** -- not even were I paid!
Though, that was then, and now is here.
Those aspirations, declare them dead.
Those old roads ended, I left for highways.
Those highways laid pink and blue lines.
Those definitions left me seeing red.
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible *** -- not even were I paid!
But, if you offered it, that would be a different story.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC
I was a trap the last time they looked.
They saw me now, they saw me, saw I as I is now
I wasn't a trap last time I looked.
I saw me then, I saw me, saw I as I ever
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your sacred *** -- it's cute that you're afraid.
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible *** -- not even were I paid!
Though, that was then, and now is here.
Those aspirations, declare them dead.
Those old roads ended, I left for highways.
Those highways laid pink and blue lines.
Those definitions left me seeing red.
Last I checked, I wouldn't get
after your bible *** -- not even were I paid!
But, if you offered it, that would be a different story.
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