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Drug Dealer

it's never enough
to put my all into my ink
say some words that might be enlightening
they want me to catch feelings too
like I'm gonna leave it all behind
get on a plane tonight
because they gave me a few lousy likes
yeah, when I see you at the airport
i'll drag your skank ass to the bathroom
fuck you up like my poetry did your mind
balls deep cuz I'm trying to kill you
stabbing you to death with my dick
until I have you begging please
down on your fucking knees
waiting for my cum to rain down on your face
girl, keep on dreaming
love of thought is all I'm selling
hey, I appreciate the thumbs up
and yeah, we can talk
building a friendship sounds fun
but I'm no whore
just your local drug dealer
selling uppers and downers
the higher you get
the more people want to knock you down
I'm trying to find inner peace
sorry if your life is misery
doesn't mean you get to start war with me
I never even sent you a picture
if it helps
you can imagine me ugly as fuck
no teeth with a bald spot
still want to fuck?
it gets lonely at the top
least there's a lot less backstabbing
trust I'll keep on writing
long after the last homie becomes phoney