Like scissors to a sword..
Of friendship...end this..
Your lameamounts to nothing...
Doing anything to pass the day...your way of a quick buck..equals to the amount of men you ***..
Processing words in ya mental...
Would be like writting on brick with a pencil..
Uniquely you stil have hope...curving mishaps of unknown facts..
Capping situations with your sharp tone and wicked tongue
I wash my hands im done..tired of being your reasons of failure...
Tired of being the
Best & the friend...
Your words are the reasons it came to this end.......
Trou8le
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kut throatLike scissors to a sword.. Of friendship...end this.. Your lameamounts to nothing... Doing anything to pass the day...your way of a quick buck..equals to the amount of men you ***.. Processing words in ya mental... Would be like writting on brick with a pencil.. Uniquely you stil have hope...curving mishaps of unknown facts.. Capping situations with your sharp tone and wicked tongue I wash my hands im done..tired of being your reasons of failure... Tired of being the Best & the friend... Your words are the reasons it came to this end.......  |