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I can't tell you what it really is only what it feels like,
and right now you close up my wind pipe,
and yeah right, at night we used to be tight,
now you stab through my heart, my neck you bite,

you just stand there while i slowly die inside,
even with a present girlfriend i'd never have a bride,
i'll keep all my real feelings away for my pride,
cause i know i don't rhyme with crave so you won't be by my side,

keep throwing dirt on me and soon my roots will grow,
reach towards the sky even when it's dropping snow,
i keep it quiet so the ref doesn't give me my free throw,
cause of you i've improved and soon that speed will be turbo,

give me all this hate and drive me down to the ground,
didn't i tell you i'm the king of karma, it'll come around,
you can dye it blacker just keep it from brown,
so i can keep my feelings for brunette you down.