The King of this shit, I continue to bank.
Had to give it up, but still played like I'm on crank.
Like Xi with tanks, your desire is mine.
To address me you have to shoot on the dime.
Sour like thoughts, with a hint of lime.
The people I use to know are running out of time.
What's yours is not mine, I will tell you this.
Stop pretending that your my madam, you were not my first kiss.
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