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Bollocks

Blessed be the chaos
Tread careful, lest be obnoxious
Let her fly, let him climb
Take a hand and ride out the cost

Sell your soul for a follow
Give up your pride for a like
It's what it is, when there's nothing left
But cheap conversation and social theft

LIfe's just peachy, throw you a coolbeans
Grown out of what you're offering
Get your part-time man to throw you a forty
I'll end up pointing the finger, next to you in a coffin

Play the game as you feel luckier
Make the moves you need to feel alive
Feel free to send me a request
Karma will always be a motherfucker

Should've kept my hand
Now I'm staring down
In the hole you dug
With no need to understand

You took the measure
You killed the muse
You broke my rhyme
You're the one to use
Written by Results_May_Vary
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