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Since finding myself I've been fine with what's dealt
Every mind lends health, when you're all grinding as well
Rhyming mental wealth, timing developments with stealth...
Clairvoyance is just the 10th degree of empathy
And Prescience: Future to past to oddly see?
Is rocking the pathology of deducing the holes in chronology!
So when you call on me, trying to knock down my walls with no apology?
I never missed your sleights. Those were the cost of kisses and bites
Your loss, stick to your sniper sights!
Never any palaver to wow her, never any meow or purr...
Just showered until addled to fright
Battle trouble was never subtle but reached Tower of Babel's height
Why make love when it'll cost 4 fights?
Before you swooned and I jived.
Now it's more like
Maroon Five's "One More Night"
In bed you've always been a class act
But out of my head I'm past that.
Even when I'm low, I'm getting high.
Saw how I was reflected back in your eyes.
Before your empirical stir-miracle-cure I was never spiritually insecure!
So now it appears I've rediscovered what is really sure
Leery of what you prefer, having been there before...
Something brings you back around?
Wanting the grunting "Put my back into it!" sound?
Sorry if I can't help you console.
But every cycle I've been climbing out of the hole
And I won't slow my roll so you can selfishly dine on my soul.
Every mind lends health, when you're all grinding as well
Rhyming mental wealth, timing developments with stealth...
Clairvoyance is just the 10th degree of empathy
And Prescience: Future to past to oddly see?
Is rocking the pathology of deducing the holes in chronology!
So when you call on me, trying to knock down my walls with no apology?
I never missed your sleights. Those were the cost of kisses and bites
Your loss, stick to your sniper sights!
Never any palaver to wow her, never any meow or purr...
Just showered until addled to fright
Battle trouble was never subtle but reached Tower of Babel's height
Why make love when it'll cost 4 fights?
Before you swooned and I jived.
Now it's more like
Maroon Five's "One More Night"
In bed you've always been a class act
But out of my head I'm past that.
Even when I'm low, I'm getting high.
Saw how I was reflected back in your eyes.
Before your empirical stir-miracle-cure I was never spiritually insecure!
So now it appears I've rediscovered what is really sure
Leery of what you prefer, having been there before...
Something brings you back around?
Wanting the grunting "Put my back into it!" sound?
Sorry if I can't help you console.
But every cycle I've been climbing out of the hole
And I won't slow my roll so you can selfishly dine on my soul.
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