(With a gladness, with a gladness of love)
Running from the kitchen, been running from all the dishes
I've been running for my life, so do tell me it ain't worth living
I done plan to hypnotize, I despise it, but I magician
I'm a fakeout full surprise, if I lied again, Imma die again
I'm kidding but I'm living a day-to-day, whatcha say to me?
Words walking out of they order, it's on the quarterly
Man's got a whole lotta orders, It's like she ordering
Head scratching questions and lovers in love, recording me
"How's it going?"
"Good, What's up? Nothing.
Sorry, I was just-, my fault."
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