Cyberbully2037 - Nylon

You might not be an angel, but you have eyes like one
And I might be a liar, but I have hands like one

I'm like visine in a smoke screen
Make my eyes see, blind fold me
Take my ears and hold me
I might never get old, no phony
No homies, I'm not changing
Hear a cold beat, that's your heart breaking
On fish lines, keep a heart baited
Nylon holds me, lines elevated

Plastic basement, crime adjacent
I play it straight when her knees start shaking
Hooks to slip through me when I'm fazing
Lightbulb fixture breaks when I hang there

I'm like a dog in a red dream
I can still feel the bluest envy
Like fish lines cutting like bracelets
Nylon hold me, lines elevated

Written by:
Quinton Miller

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