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Tired of the cycle
I finally tell you
Hating the process
But I feel compelled to

I
Can see no progress
You're
The only one with profits
I
Claim to be no prophet
Though I know where it's headed

The issues you've bedded
My complaints when you tell it
That's how you must sell it
Cause you you can't be flawed

Here's where I say sorry
But I need stronger hits
Now my tolerance's strong

You always want me gone
How could you say that
Happy moving on
You guilt way back.

I cannot stay back

You guilt my way back
Happy moving on
How could you say that
You always want me gone

Now my tolerance's strong
I need stronger hits
You always want me gone
So you add your fists

Here's where I say sorry
Cause you can't be flawed
I'm sorry
I shouldn't
You always want me gone

That's how you must sell it
I'm complainin
You're yellin

Though I know where it's headed
I claim to be no prophet
You're the only one who profits
And I see no progress.
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Dec 2, 2019
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bearinthebigbIuehouse · 22-25, M
Some phat rhymes there, my boi! ┬┴┬┴┤•ᴥ •ʔ/
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