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Trophy Scars Alphabet Alphabets

This will be the last time that you?ll ever see me blink I?m over breaking bottles, broken hearts and rusty ink I think it?s cause I?m thinking that

Writing poetry to instrumentals expressing sentimental mental images this lyricist's mission is to send MCs in hissy fits with my mystic lyric whips

So I'm running down Fifth Avenue headed south. I'm going to get you that ring I've been thinking about. I hope that you will like it, I know that you

Your mom tells you what the airs about Causing all this fuss and how its all about A million letters man A million little letters in my alphabet and

Limb separation bone isolation. Nothing to do but to decapitate these words Oh yeah Abrasive allergic inhaling detergent Eating the last of the words

It's calling at the walls in my tiny apartment. Trying to make sense of my life and then it started, Something felt weird and my heart was beating open

right and if these critics want to fight I'll fight Even though I got my hands tied It makes my wrists so itchy and it's hard to write And I know my alphabets

I hope my insides pull apart I got some sorting I need to do Yeah my friends tell me to say yes I guess ill try my very best Yeah. This city won?t suck