I look up. Straight up. I gave 'em time, time. Time. . Now it's back to me nigga. I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga. Took my operation to factory nigga.
Flyer than a motherfuckin' propeller. Pretty bad bitch that's so yellow. Finna fuck a clip out for fellas. Get it cracking on a bitch a like old leather.
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All the windows are playing their games. Well, I won't see outside again. Until I ride all the fog away. I'm putting words in their place. . Between me and the window's pane.
No hostage has been held like I've been holding mine. But I'm just fine since I've been without you. No prisoner could climb the walls that I built up in my mind.
So cold that you cannot cope. With a frozen heart. I guess we blow apart. I guessed it from the start. . Stay in shadow. I'll run this world out. Stay in shadow.
The obvious heart has come to collect. 'Cause it tore apart like a tortured insect. The obvious heart waits here to heal. And balances out a subtle reveal.
Everyone plays along. Get them giving or steal the life they're breathing. They'll grow sickened. Take their secret codes and signals. Discover all they know.