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I wipe my temples with bathroom tissue

I got some shit on my mind...plenty of issues

I stand up and and attempt to flush all that seem impossible

but I tend to speculate all causes that are probable

annoyance and avoidance both are closely related

the union between us was there, now it faded

looking beyond the obvious and searching for the truth

from the horse's mouth and the proof behind the proof

you still dwell within the ways of useless materials

and exterior status of men who claim themselves imperial

I refused to be locked and blocked, where my soul is exposed

I disposed of those hoes who fronted the wifey roles

Awareness keeps this dude fully projected

bore a Master Lock to keep the heart protected

I only let you in to obtain a sense of

warmth, essense, glory

you didn't wipe your feet, stole the comfort, took inventory

we built a foundation on trust, respect on this team

that shit's out the window with the plots and schemes

never thought in a million years you'd arrive in disguise

and how truth was revealed through those corrupted eyes

this shit is over, the heart's back for foreclosure

no longer on sale for drama queens and posers

that explains why I could never be a husband

no longer adapted to cuddlin or let alone huggin

even as a king, I can get double-jumped, and no, I'm not buggin

I just refuse to be in love...don't know who else she's fuckin.