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and do they biz
In Hoff-like, environment
Goth spikes, retirement moth dust, colodipen
Shook ones, try again my philosophy lingo
My wardrobe was forged by

time, by never letting go
So many years filled with lonely days
Way down the line I feel my heart is breaking
And I believe it's time for me to let you

at you acting like one of the chosen few

You played up to the crowd and I was the fool
You're so hard to resist when you're breaking the rules
Silly girls

stuff

For Valentines day you bought me that silver locket bracelet
On Easter it was breaking
For Christmas you replaced it
You wrote me letters,

me, you get handled with
By niggas that handle vases
Just like Richard Hamilton
Now that's a face mask for your fake ass
Better break fast
I'm breaking