5 minutes in n i'll tell u if i havta go... vibes ain't fake if u cannot come across as self... help u by comin from within quick... time is one thing i don't have if the pulse ain't felt... from ur tone to ur words... tell on who it is u hide... trapped behind ur eyes for what.?. that shit will keep my feet a movin while u sit around wonderin why... step up n be seen or watch me fade with a smile... laughin at how u propose a false presence like it's what i want... it be birds when u pause... fuck luv... i'm a lil more into those who can open up... there's a realness that cannot be mimicked... a pure worth not givin a fuck what others think... with a personal respect for self that speaks at first sight as a like... so twist a version u feel has appeal if u must... or find who it is u will eventually be... freed to the pupils gazin stares as if i jus cannot look away... ain't nobody ever lasted in imaginary dreams... movin with feet stompin on the very thought... left in a trans of wtf jus happened... i ain't on it n it ain't for me... 5 minutes n i'm out as gums are flappin... tongue slippin on the sippin of words meant for they taste so fuckin good... as for the lips connected to the texture don't have it in them to tell tales... tryin to be somethin other than jus another empty deceitful cause... the shit is for mutha fuckas chasin tail...
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