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Aug 2015
I try and I try and I give and I give
Give so much homie that she lives at the crib
Wouldnt doubt it since she's wearing a bibb
Too childish, cant wait to put your love up for bid
No calls, no shows. An actress lives on
Standing left stage, an Olympic baton
Melodramatics is what you pass on
No hands, no grip, but it was already gone
Not for a moment I said I wasn't fateful
Gave you a bed to sleep in, be greatful
After dinners walk off and compliment "Great! Full!"
Why have I spun down this path so hateful?
As I left off, you left the table.
Memories of messages wondering about labels
Sweet on the top, thought I caught an angel
But from any angle, hail hits are still so painful.
Life Isn't Black Jack
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