Don't nobody watch me in my sleep cuz I ain't beautiful.
You can tell I'm workin' too hard by my cuticles, they're pushed so far back it isn't usual; that's why I'm writin' so many fuckin' songs. Hear my voice back as it crash through my microphone; I don't know what else to do because I'm all alone. My head haughty cuz I feel better 'bout that and ain't nobody gon' tell me different—it's down pat.
Oh yeah, the journalist said he would sell me beats but scammed me. He sucks many cuddies. Don't play the game with these kiddies feelin' gritty cuz they fake lil' g's; want these bitties but they ain't got that so their life is just envy then a heart attack—sad! Do somethin' with your lame ass, yeah. There ain't nothin' you can take back, waaah. See you ho's'll never know that but both my eyes already bleed black, never bleed blue, not even red. You said too many things that's it for you.
Fuck you, journal.
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