Baby Girl


Everything is just way too complex,
Especially when you’re always trying to walk away the best.
Thinking you’re better then the rest,
Undeniable, unreliable changes driving you insane in the membrane.
Well what do you think about the fame?
Getting that serious to the game before your marriage.
The stress will test you, put you in a mother fucking carriage.
Life is just tormenting,
feeling pity to yourself, thats abhorring, boring.
Soaring towards your dream, I mean, heading fast towards your ultimate defeat.
Demeaning all the seaming, your life flashes brightly, beaming.
Who will you turn to when you have pushed everyone far away, worn down and beat.
You couldn’t handle the deceit.
Karma rules itself as the elite.


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