Ain't like am blind or something a like, it's what I see that blinds my sight. Ain't trust that brought me betrayal, it's its jealous that thrashed the trust. Ain't love in I like, it's just an excuse of admiration. Ain't my excuse that suck, they just got tired with you. Ain't because I got tired, its the tiredness that wrote to you through me. And the problem ain't you, it's my thoughts in freestyle mode
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