INDICASE

How im feeling right now im thinking, i dont fuck witchu
Got nototroiety with anxiety, in a THC tincture
Yall miniture, im lit i aint rappin mofucka this is literature
All the sympathy that you seeking,
To tell you truth you cant get it here

"We been truth, the truth hurts, aint that the truth" like Drakeo said
On these instrumentals im an architect
Thats Da Vinci on percocet
I smell like sex and cigarettes
She blew me like clarinet
THC no alphabet
DMT; im a hornets nest, (hoo)
She says im aggressive, and no i dont listen
She all in my business, she really possessive
I didnt say i word but she got the message
Oh lord
Excuse all the manners,
Yeah i got more gas than saturn
Getting more lit than a lantern
They said got problems i know,
I know. i know
Theres no heart in my chest, its hollow oh lord
Why do it look like you just seen a ghost?
Ive been in my feelings, you make me feel betta
Give me an Uzi, dont like a Beretta
To all of the critics, I write you this letta
I'm gone
I'm Gone



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