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Eyes closed, heavily sedated.

Say no more, already jaded.

Already pissed, already angry.

What would you expect if you're gonna go ahead and fucking doubt me.

Followed, favorited, and liked, but I'm still a number.

Getting taken, steady lines, still cool as a cucumber.

Don't you remember, way back last December?

That time I surprised the hell outta you, and made myself a contender.

Or did you block it out, and choose to ignore it all?

I call and call and call, but it still ends in denial.

On that river, somewhere out in Africa,

The Nial stretches far, like my battle scars and bars.

I battle bars, big test, lawyer shit.

Nobody is sure what, but I'm not quite fit.

But the ladies, still fall for classy smiles.

Crooked gents, eyes twinkle, complete with a diploma.