I retreat because I need space Trying to get my mind right Not into living the basic life Some people are happy with the glitz and glamour I live for peace and love So if that means I have to go ghost For all the people in the world you should know the most But the peddle stool I put thee on Seems to to way to high for you To many times have you gotten off And showed proof Age dont mean nothing Realizing that as I go Just because you have monetary value to make you flow no better Something ain't right in your soul Something keeping you from being whole But that's outta my control Childish and petty Control is something you will never have Fate
Sounds spicy
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