GIRL
it's like
you love to
throw spikes
at my soul
yeah
you're gettin'
out of control
yeah
you're gettin'
so cold
but listen
aren't you?
suppose to be
a Christian though
but don't you think?
God sees
the diss ease
put in
my cool breeze
well, if not
please stop
yeah before
someone
gets
clocked
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