Blocked Out
Written by Ash Wednesday I would rather be dodging Glocks then blocks A face full of wood Fucking what's with all the hawks? Wish I knew something they all knew I Got 99 problems all from one dude I am so used to being devalued Some people call that gratitude I just crave some consistency and solitude Walking around so out of place Like a squirrel on concrete I am so beyond fuckin shocked Post for words and audacity I find it super cute when you're trying to start the Convo back up And begin to info dump Then fucking fall off the face of the planet. Rock stone cold I am so used to this taken for granite. Fall back into old habits I'll leaf you alone if you want Seek out me in others Best of luck with that endeavor I am trying to figure out my role in all this Like Troys character is just him being Donold Glover Blocked by the way you have me Cornered on the chess bored I am fuckin cryin Every word is lying I feel myself start to slip and doubt I think this is how you won against me before Keep me guessing if you want or need to I'll be entertaining for years now Hyperactive and fixated Every detail isn't going without weighing hatred For myself mostly Guarded my heart all to closely I am fuckin cryin Every word is lying Fuckin dead Inside and out I am tired of feeling Grasping at air is like shoving shrapnel up a waterspout. Leave me a message Look for some codes Something here smells really suspicious I think that you know I am fuckin cryin I am fuckin cryin A block to the face I am so used to this shit In and out wishy washy flip flop behavior Whatever works best for the script. Written out of the story Brought back for some spicy allegory I am not to sure what your angle is But I know I fucking hate triangles
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