iamLoveSeat - fraud.(interlude)

Can't lie my heart cries forlorn it's
So sly the devil hides his horns with
White lies, butterflies, and tulips
My time was better spent on limericks
Shit, maybe we just fucking on the side
Maybe we just fucking on the side
Heartbroken left it all in the open
Aren't we lonesome
Lately I wonder if we got together to end up apart
Whenever it gets paramount I seem to fuck around
And turn cowardly lion
But I spit that without even trying
I'm the cleverest cat
Quick to clash quills
In this competitive craft
Credit him that
But they don't even see the effort in that
I let these inquisitions queue up
I'll give you answers when I can
And I'm often lost inside the nonsense
I'd hope you'd draw me the map
I know this album is my conflict
Of where I'm meant and where I'm at
I feel like everyone's accomplished
All the things that I can't

Written by:
Henry Rudolph Jr.

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