I fuck in my happy place, and make love where I'm scared...
Sometimes this shit feels just like air...
man, that shit ain't even there...
then, but only then do I need that shit...
like air..
Vanity is my top 7 favorite sin...
At least, until somebody drops the new shit...
Mirror, mirror don't tell lies..
Don't try to tell me I don't have eyes..
Or that the shit I see I shouldn't gaze at..
Locked myself in again, staring at the mirror, in the bathroom of the crib that I blaze at...
Health reaching hazardous levels...
Just vain enough to give a fuck..
but not concerned enough to do something about it....
Whether encouraged or doubted, it's still strength missing in action until I've found it....
It's like the world really is flat, and ain't no gettin around it....
Have I scared you?
Are you shocked yet?
Haven't I blown your mind?
Do you feel like you live in the land of little people?
Is everyone looking up to you?
And you look around, like "what the fuck are ya'll looking at?! Shit, I need a hero too!"
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