Lean away
Pendulum swings
Guide as measure
Yield to ignore sore spots
Embellished for presentable Acceptance
This one for the never respected
Their Tricks are made for….
In your darkest hour
Always there for
Ring me up just to sound like an ass
My voice heals
My voice heals
There are jokes about being gone a while
Yes, I hate to see you too
But I’m glad they know your back
Laugh out of range
When in sights hands slap
Didn’t forget the secret dap
“By the way may I ask one last?”
Come on brother from another mother
Be down for me like my truest homey
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