69.) pleasure, satisfaction

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You know they be trying to call me things I'm not like they know where my heart is.
And I be being silent enjoying myself playing around with where my stuff is.
I'm not paying the liars who've never met me any mind, no, I'm minding my own bis'.
So like bubbles in lemonade they can go up and get lost like dying fizz.

I'm just being me that's all I've ever done.
And my, oh my is being me so much fun.
I chase these sheep and watch as they run.
And I sometimes wear shades as bright as the sun.

I couldn't imagine being that miserable and sick of their illness.
But can I say I'm here basking in sweet blissfulness?
I don't see anything wrong with being comfortable on your mattress,
no all I taste on my tongue is a lovely sweetness.

So why don't you worry about your own unhappiness
because you're not bothering me.
No, you're being a bag of emptiness
while my eyes can see all the shades of pink it wants to see.

My heart's so satisfied
when my mind's mouth has lied
but I don't care.
Because it isn't fair.
Pleasure's satisfaction,
chocolate distraction,
and now it's everywhere,
yes, I did dare.
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