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they won't catch me slippin. my shoes are resistant, my views are resistant. a few anyway... could lose grip in an instant. to them, my truth is fiction. to love, is all that i meant with all my decisions. well most anyway... some say I been distant I just stay a safe distance. don't take it personal, assure you that it isn't. more security than anything. insecurity's my middle name. it'd be yours too if your doorbell rang and the ring tone ****** like your cell phones drakes. in that bell tone way.. that you hate. but you wont change, and I won't too til they catch me slippin like, you fell down Jake. til the hell bound day, when the smell hounds break. Then I'll tell house mates, "I'm headed to the jailhouse, bail out Jake."
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
They won't catch me slippin
they won't catch me slippin. my shoes are resistant, my views are resistant. a few anyway... could lose grip in an instant. to them, my truth is fiction. to love, is all that i meant with all my decisions. well most anyway... some say I been distant I just stay a safe distance. don't take it personal, assure you that it isn't. more security than anything. insecurity's my middle name. it'd be yours too if your doorbell rang and the ring tone ****** like your cell phones drakes. in that bell tone way.. that you hate. but you wont change, and I won't too til they catch me slippin like, you fell down Jake. til the hell bound day, when the smell hounds break. Then I'll tell house mates, "I'm headed to the jailhouse, bail out Jake."
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Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
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