Missletoe.[Rate]

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Everything's lennon, everything's versachi
i meant linen, blood diamond appachi's
freshly equipped, sour like wasabi
lyrically intact, treat it like a hobby
tattered up sweater's, call it bill crosby
i mean disregard me, cause they all forgot me
call me a creature, singled on your feature
never made it 1st class, was always on the bleachers
never was the student, always was the teacher
never listened to rules, so I never was the preacher
always had my own idea's, so i was always on my own Onomatopoeia's
always trying to disregard your creativity, cause we livin in a world that ain't living free
always had expectations, but not what they envisioned me
always thought outside the box, never let their decisions guide for me
roger me, it's 2am and no one is alarmin me
fitted tie on, I am simba with my Lion on
Teflon, more gracious than Jesus with his smile on
standards become biblical, while all the values you facing keep turning invisible
what's the visuals, when judgement's become critical's
and everything you stood for just crumbled to completely pitiful's
everything's missletoe's when you sluttin with flagrant ho's
too many I cant's, and I don't know's
slithering my tongue, cause this is that liquor flow
this is that never reached my destination cause I let go
this is that finger on the trigger and i'm about to let it blow...

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