And my friends tell me no Shak
you’re too good to wanna care less
you’re too good to give back
but i got the heart of a lion
id rip you to pieces but at the same
caged and crying
i’ve been out here trying
but no matter cause when they walk away
that’s another turned silent
heart of a hustler
cant trust
your mind nothing but puzzled
calling for help like a runner on puffers
with ground covered
still lost in sea of sufferers
where the skies are no longer blue
and the world around is no longer fucking coloured
she could indulge
in staying blazed and buffered
room haze, so glass shattered


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