Braids brought out my eyes
I saw a light, I was nine
Told myself we might be alright
Guess I was right
'Twenty-five is a quarter to life.'
I'm on it, I strike, trials
Trick knowledge, you fond of
I don't even like
The socialite reformed
Alone every night.
Post-performance, exhausted, dizzy in the corner
Boy, it isn't nice.
Learning how to get grimy.
Pick a card to grab and flip
Yo' we're going to shake something up now
I got some time this week
I might go ten rounds in and get out,
what time is it?
YOU ARE READING
ODD
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