You have me in
your heart like that tattoo on your shoulder.
You know you can’t
afford that strike let that be a lesson to your lies.
I’m watching you
get older yet less bold.
Yet you still
have me in your heart like that tattoo on your shoulder.
No fucks given
let us switch up the chemicals.
Gold cuffs that’s
what I call a chain reaction.
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