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    Now ima give it a minute cuz I've been sinnin for spinach


    No Popeyes when I pop eyes


    Comin in with locked eyes


    I don't remember you from way back how could I cut ties


    No lies from hi to bye


    Dubai to Thai I can't understand why you tying that noose guess somethin in that brain was loose


    I can't remember the last time you chucked a deuce


    Got a plethora of regret around my neck


    Stressin about whats comin next


    Invest a little to get my breath to tremble when I write this riddle I'll engulf this fiddle my arms to brittle dead crawl emotional cripple just trying to chisel my way out of my own box


    Jumping off my own dock


    To get to my destination


    My rock is a substitute for God's placement in my life


    No goodbyes around me


    You're non existent if you crossed me


    Tossed heat, threw shade, no aide


    Blue Suede


    I was made to birth competition

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