Weird shit always make me sick
Especially that night he came to bed smelling clove thick
I remember when I was happy cleaning his kitchen and how when he came home he said I can’t dance
But what he doesn’t know is I went to the bathroom and fell to my knees crying, composed myself but not for a chance
A bunch of mean bitches...
As I was confused and didn’t realize he bought the wrong memory is why I couldn’t load it
And he could care less, not that eventually he finally showed it
He took every paper I handed to him and that’s really when the nightmare begin
He choked me at the door, like he did once before
One thing he never did was lose it
But he did, he did choose it
These dream chasers do what ever they want
Why should I have to watch for anybody smoking a blunt
And in all the weird I seen
I can’t make sense of all the in between
Throwing away pictures, running, screaming, crying... I’m not that impressed
But nah yo that time was the first time I couldn’t even dress
I didn’t know why I just did, but eventually I learned the preset a bid
I am so sick and tired of this round and round
You have NO clue what it did to me and how was I even found
I don’t understand why god is yelling at me too
If you can’t fool him then how is it me this is happening to?

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