Buzzy Lee (Sasha Spielberg) Don’t Put Anything On the Bible

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Buzzy Lee]
I should’ve held my tongue
I shouldn’t have kept it going
I want a love like water through me
I should’ve poured my honey slowly
Wash it away, my Rorschach, Rorschach
Wash it away, my Rorschach, Rorschach
Like hell, my hands will give up to twenty times
Hm, My heart will give up too many times
Lucks fallen I’ve seen it
My intrusion, there’s a limit I can take, and I’m crawling out
Hm-hm, hm-hm
I’m a loner, I’m a loser, stuck at home
I’m above her, I’m a winner, try me on
For size, for size, I want you back in my head
For size, for size, I want you back in my bed

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[Verse 2: JPEGMAFIA]
Fuck out the deep end, go get you a float, uhh
Y’all niggas always be doin’ the most
Black Michael Phelps, just acknowledge the stroke
God level libra, I swim with a ghost
I switch the channel then lost the remote
She for the world belongs to the globe
Gaslighting is popular, learn how to cope
Actin’ like hoes, I throw these bands
She hit the floor (Let’s get it)
Everyday people push me past the limit
Men only know supressing what we feeling
I used to work for pennies on a minute
Hunger from struggle, state it, because i live it
Worked on muscle, flex on all you bitches
But I can’t defend this bitch up in the mirror
I rather ask forgiveness then permission
Undo that cap, you can’t restore the feeling
I never choke, ’cause y’all really want a nigga broke
Like, fuck the excuses
But y’all really eat off the toxic narratives and jokes
Like, friends, they pass
And some opportunities never come back
If I don’t know nothing, know one thing is set
Never react to the demographic with the swag of a cashier at Radio Shack
Talkin’ to 'Zel like, when we start runnin’, we ain’t finna look back
You niggas makin’ your trend through the trauma bond
Some depression is deeper than rap (uh)

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