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I paint a picture with my wordplay You having the worst day Probably cause your grown up Yeah I know lifes rough Ridgid round the edges Maybe you should sew things You know.. stitch up old hems Fixing up the old things Paint a perfect portrait with the pendant and the pencil It's not a utencil it's the love I'm finna send you Reality will bend you, better flex and get in shape Right? Watch who you befriending became victim to the hate Might Just skip the ending bounce beginnings with the middle Meddle with the colors cause I'm bringing forth the volume Idk where yall are at I think I'm finna ball soon Bout to learn to crawl soon from my lifes trials And span the day upon the day within my sun dial I'm wound up like a doll.. I said I'm finna ball So why would I show up, just to shudder and to stall? You people put on image what should best be left to birth right So when I go to forage I be protecting insite