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It was a summer's eve when we first locked eyes,
your perfect lips and those fuck me thighs,
and an ass for size,
I heard your cries for help
and when I touched your skin it felt as soft as felt (fag?)
and I couldn't help that a playa caught feelings,
sleepless nights staring up at the ceiling,
but I Clearly fell for the arctic shelf,
because you were cold as fuck, you only cared about yourself.

Tattoos on your skin are etched clear in my memory,
but the way you fucking acting got me heading to the cemetery.
I know you're still smoking, definitely ain't a remedy,
evidently, I'm worth ten of these other guys you are fucking,
I'm running a muck and making beats heavenly.

But it's just not the same, ever since we made music.

I know you've got some baggage but I'm begging you to leave it,
we can catch your favourite show at the museum,
but probably not because you change your mind like the season.
Got a rope around my neck like it's treason,
the reason that I've placed my throat in this noose,
and spitting all the rhymes like Dr. Seuss


is because you don't even remember my name, but I still fell for you.

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from SNOWFLAKE, released December 26, 2014

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