letters from an ambivert
Nappy dreads full of smoke
Eyes bloody red, but I never sip dro
Mm
Dimes I could throw I got nine in a row
Tell me why you can't let go of my hand?
You got questions for me but I don't got answers planned
If I don't jump in now then it's too late you don't understand
I put my hands in the dirt
Fuck what you call work
I could be your friend or worse
Letters from an ambivert
Eyes bloody red, but I never sip dro
Mm
Dimes I could throw I got nine in a row
Tell me why you can't let go of my hand?
You got questions for me but I don't got answers planned
If I don't jump in now then it's too late you don't understand
I put my hands in the dirt
Fuck what you call work
I could be your friend or worse
Letters from an ambivert
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