These words written, boy I really hate that I’m slippin
For to roll off my lips, I must really be feelin
That you leave me nothing left (trippin)
Diverge from the verb, for written in the Word
That from my voice, it shall not be spoken, nor heard
And from your eyes to my mouth, it may seem absurd
But with this God given voice, I feel you leave me no choice
Though it’s far from rejoice (have your eyes getting moist)
In your bass I can’t shake you, want to emotionally sedate you,
Rip out your heart and somehow remake you
Rather pretend that I love you than tell you
I hate you
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