i gotta step up
i was fired for good reason. and love was collecting dust
but i'm back on my job. with a whole new look this season
no tarnish. no rust
and i gotta go hard
can't afford to breach probation. i gotta cut into this debt
because i've been in the hole so long
but always a threat. the way loves so life or death
so i threw my dice in the wind. but i wasn't just neglectin you
i kind of lived my life on a whim
thinkin. let's try this again
i was like WORD! when i heard. you were hiring again
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THE CROSSOVER
PoetryMY SLOW JAMS BLOW LIKE HIP-HOP IN LOVE, and love... is universal in any language, the same as heartbreak. I woke up with a song in my heart. I won't sleep until the tracks are laid
