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It was me and my notepad when I was a young no-hoper
Suddenly you´re grown up and it ain´t much like the brochure
Then you keep it silent like the p that´s in pneumonia

Am I getting closer or farther? Went the hard way like Kokoda
She called for closure but she knew it wasn´t exclusive
I also told her I love her, maybe that was stupid
Even slept over, she did yoga, superfood and turmeric
And the pussy tight like student units, don´t wanna lose it
If the shoe fit, she coulda had Louboutins, Jimmy Choos on
Hit a few bumps, sleeping on futons, from paying with coupons to
Copping a coupe, these dreams giving me goosebumps
Feel like Kubrick, turn this music to a movie, to a movement
And a few kids in the crowd they got that glint like the words I say

Explain how they feel, don´t make no sense, ´cause I ain´t even
Know how I feel, I know these demons got me pinned
But I wouldn´t let them demons win, c´mon man

There´s nowhere left to hide (Nowhere)
The ghosts are in my mind
But I´m not scared now (Not scared, no)
The shadows seem to creep (Oh)
Closer to my feet (Closer to my feet now)
But I´m not scared now (I´m not scared)

I been toxic to every girl I ever been with
I call them crazy but maybe he is
Why I´m so fucked up, I got my reasons
Why I´m so fucked up, I got my reasons, Jesus
I´ve been talking fast at therapy, that´s more bang for your buck

Told that bitch to fix me, if you don´t I´ll fuck this office up
How come every time I get my way but still it ain´t enough?
Chasing an illusion you never touch
Wrote my car off drinking and driving, it´s not me, it´s the liquor
Besides, I think my dealer should have just delivered
Wish that I could scratch it from the record, chicka chicka
I promised my girl I would change, she´s like quicker, quicker
I won´t front, low on funds, tried to withdraw, my stomach sunk
My car don´t skrr, it just clunk, on the bus, sit in gum
Addicted to them girls in dunks, white Air Force 1s, I eat the cunt

Wet like a sponge, she got no flaws, acrylic claws, tan like Trump
She hate my guts till I put it in her guts, and then she stunned
I love her so, till I make her love me back, then I run
Now she at Sweet Greens, Tender Greens, looking for a better me
She probably do it by the end of week

Hi, it´s me calling again
I´m the rap song voicemail girl
I leave you annoying messages and I´m not real
I´m just a representation of your distorted perception of women
Anyway, call me back