Creeping: Every piece I broke in three then I burned it through the night No photographic memory cause I’m lit yeah like neon light I can feel you creeping through the back of my head Preconceived that the notion I knew always misled to a point where I built all these walls — not a thread of the truth now I live in a state to forget I don’t bleed — for free recognize — it’s me don’t deny your disease I don’t know a thing that you said I don’t give a fuck what you said Listen
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