Freestyling on a tuesday night what came out was pure whatever.
Im always sittin here
always thinkin
always ponderin
always wonderin
chillin thinkin what if
or whats happenin
tryin
to use that fake smilin
hearin voices say what you fuckin doinnn
never knowinn
if youre actually seeinn
what youve been prophesisin
if or what or who is
sayin what theyve been feelin it
or if theyve been forever fakin it
what if theyve been goin day by day
sayin what they wanna say
never thinkin what if theyre thinkin yay or nay
should i stay true to you
or no, fuck you ill do me you do you
we’re on different paths
it’ll never last
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