Correction Paroles WHORES DONT GET A SECOND CHANCE par 4ria

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It used to feel good
But now i feel shook
I cook up my symptoms
Till pride arrives
I wish that you could
Make me feel anything other than spite
If i tried to find

Baby i feel it beside
I divide my time
High and dry while i reside by design, i hide
Diamonds in dirt, i preserve lies like private eyes
Verse full of worth, i research lines till i can find
Girth & ill serve you this earth, wind & fire
In forms of desire fine
Time & time, perched in the island sky
Urged to get by decline
My purpose burns through like dynamite

Never give up, i give in to several hiccups
Still slipping, unsteady with an indifference
I’m heavy, lift up my limits
That’s metal, b*t*h i’m committed
To kick it, spit it, i’m gifted
Good riddance
Witty & wisdom convince them i’m never quitting

I’m up every night
Level up with device
The sight of amphetamines crushes all my lust
I ignite
Several things
Better things await me
I can’t trust any dyke
Remedies readily available
I rush to invite
Bloody raps, i recite scriptures
And clash with the light till i collapse
In this bright picture
I’ve had to incite triggers
That gather new heights
Barely brash, i’m polite
But if i have to provide switches
I’ll gladly entice

Where did she go?
Now she’s gone, she’s not coming back
I’ve been alone for the longest
I’m humming that
Slumping back into abyss
Wish i could say that i miss you
That’s wishful as sh*t

It used to feel good
But now i feel shook
I cook up my symptoms
Till pride arrives
I wish that you could
Make me feel anything other than spite
If i tried to find

Where did she go?
Now she’s gone, she’s not coming back
I’ve been alone for the longest
I’m humming that
Slumping back into abyss
Wish i could say that i miss you
That’s wishful as sh*t

(and she’s gone, and she’s gone)

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