Life
In a million pieces
Scattered on the floor, real and pretend
He stares in the mirror rappin a million feces lines about a million feces friends
About a million feces reasons to always call them again
Come one nigga, we African
Your poems are so passionate we'd love to have you back again
Life: I'm smashin' it!
I know the bad luck that that brings
I see myself in my third I so I ain't afraid of anything.
Weird echos used to spook my soul, now I know that god is really defending me
So I feel no harm in throwing my head back and laughing at the tragedy of what you pretend to be
Sending me vindication, bottles of wine with Life
Plus a wedding ring
I ain't married to the game
I'm engaged to the everything
All I need is the cake, a date, a wedding singer
I was thinking Beyoncé.
I love you
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