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No context, im not here to vent

Heaven sent with the bars

I'm from a far

I got things that - that topple the bar

I'm talking, dreams up on mars

I'm thinking, I'm thinking, you left me apart

A heavy heart but

Tried to hit up Ben for the part

Look what happened

Working nights

They said, they said, that I work too hard

I just write the bars

Up all night, graveyard

Spooked when I heard from the ghost

Won't give a toast, not the friendliest host

Throwaways, nowadays I think back,

Back to my old ways, still think I can hear them all say

Wasted space

No context, No context

I don't wanna vent

Put a dent

In my mental but

Only cruising for a little longer - its a rental

I just speak my piece

Its all I got left

Took a brand to the beach

Because, its the dream

Not left to dwell any further

Tell the tale of the burglar

Stole the one thing

Control the pawns like kings

Finesse tracked treasures

Suspenseful but it lacked pleasure

F**k getting rings, I'm tryna know

Who pulls the strings

Hands tied to too many things

Pulling back and forth

Let go

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