If you wanted to play games, we could’ve gone to the arcade

In a sea of Black waves

The Durag has been raised

Watching the love fade

The bonnet of illusion

Came off now we are awake

Here I am

Still grasping at the facade

Don’t wanna send shots like a opp

But I at least need a mop for all this mess we’ve made

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