U let the underdog mount up.
Back on top n all outta luv.
This monster has been waitin to shine.
Polished by emotions that weren't worth a dime.
The forsaken one is free.
Mr black sheep is escaped from the dreams.
Fed the fuck up n on the loose.
At peace with self's own truce.
Oh, shame on u for runnin up my head.
Thoughts flow betta now that those of u know who is dead.
Another headstone to the memories a drift.
Sailin comfortably, knowin you'll Neva reach my lips.
The one held by force rose on that azz huh?
N that's what y'all call luv!
Breakin down the immaturity behind our eyes for pleasure.
Secretly we the opposin gain a better sense of never.
A version that clicks with sounds so noise echoes in Ya loss.
Time flipped n landed in the mud hardenin from the sunkin soft.
Tender passion changed realizin I could be me again.
U fucked ova a really good man.
The ducklin who's beautify that was Neva seen beneath the surface.
The Lil guy doesn't feel so fuckin worthless.
Rollin over looking down at whom u have become.
As I'm off to reside in my home.
It's all a mental illness as devotion switches shit up.
The underdog is all outta luv...
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