They say that her love was true,
They say that his lust was true,
They say, they say...
They just keep on saying the things,
which provide them the comfort,
of messing into the lives of other people,
they just want to sit around and enjoy the fight,
while having some nachos with some coke light,
The days are bright, shining sunlight,
If you don't keep on going you'll die,
It's hard, harder than you think it would be,
To swallow, the truth of the life that you can't do,
As you like to enjoy yourself living a comforting lie,
But you don't understand that this will only make you life a little too,
The shit you do,
Everyday in morning and in night,
You need some rolls on,
Oh sorry, I just forgot,
You got a huge tongue out there,
Through which you spit all this bibble babble shit,
Rhyming just gone off a bit,
but it doesn't maters much,
You for got to touch,
Your butt,
With the tongue of yours,
So that you can save some shit in you mouth,
And use it in front of others,
Trying to defame me,
Like a 2year old,
You shit hole. Or maybe,
You just forgot, you're not in KG anymore...
They say his love was for real,
They say her lust was for real,
They say they weren't meant to be together,
They say it might be just the fault of weather,
They say, they say...
They say, they say...
And the keep on saying until the day they die,
Smoking weed, getting high,
Playing outside,
In the park, in the dirt,
In the dawn, in the dusk,
They don't have enough guts,
To come during the day for the husk,
All they get, is all they need? nope.
It's just there greed, to plant some weed.
They say, they say...
They say, they say...
All they do is...
That they say...
Just let them say, we don't need to go at their level to tell them who they are, stand tall, look up to your dreams and be the one you always want to be, because if the bike will move the engine will make sound.
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