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I'm a player

Dealer, whatever

My life - the stuff

The dices are rolling back from me

They're ain't made for me

Throw-in them, I throw them for real

Too real

The choices done, this stuff is real

Whatever happens, happens

Acknowledge

This is just too damn honest

Being honest

Gave me solvable problems

How ya feeling with your problems?

It was, ye it was, stuck - longing for more art in arts

More lines in line

Even one makes me alive

I'm probably high all the time

With lines in my sleeve

Can't see the bottom

Where are my knees?

They're black

You won't spot my kick, your doors

Sometimes I'm willing to hurt everything to spoil the blood

anything

Romantic, too empathic

Pass me the bear

I'm willing to heal, I'd share with you my will

Leaving good vibes

Fading out - too real stuff

Look in my eyes

Not drugs, the art is the one I am talking about

Fuck off

*tchew*

It's just the words, Focus on mood or moon

It's yours