I don't wanna be that high that I become ur hero... The descent would go into the negative well past zero... Come the fuck down from your cloud n register some real shit... I'll lift the elevation of living from my end callin dibs... Eye to eye feeling on a level humbled of musts... Jus don't misguide my misle... The whistle on the walk away won't mind unattatching from restraints in for no good pretending to be luv... Doit, like a single drip that finds sound goin home... I jus don't wanna be made out to be more than I am driven as if a drone... Calm it a few notches below the full package all at once bs n relations can sway... That is if you truly wanna hear my voice repeat your very name... Apart at the seams comin lose to tangle up in thoughts as we are born... Damn near begging for more, more, more....
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