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The Talking Stage Game

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The Talking Stage Game

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I got a fresh wound in my heart

And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love

I don't fuck with trust either so keep your distance, I ain't into that stuff

And right now, got sweat in my palms

For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms

I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight

You woulda thought it's a golden scar

They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks

That's why I'm so vocal

It's like a free skin in the game

Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful

You know me I gotta stick and move

Find me a piece and my shot ain't woeful

But me I play comps

So the girls that I got for are way prestige, and they're far from local

Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had

Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan

I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity

Went holiday and my heart got a tan

I took a trip from emotions

That's what I meant and she ripped my page

'Cause things go good, but my life is a game

So let's see how it played

Things go well for a while

A genuine smile and the feeling's electric

Got me reading your words like four, five times

I type and rewrite, man I must be dyslexic

Got my feet on the ceiling

Phone to my ear every time that we call

We calling for hours, my lingo's ours

You're just like me, man, I guess I got powers

But what do you do when the reps get lazy?

Is she getting passed 'round town?

They tell me that my sport is to cuss

So I deep my thoughts, I don't say too much

Overthinking's worse than drugs

'Cause it's not even real, you just make stuff up

Hallucinating in your brain, it drives you insane

You better gear down and press that clutch

Fuck, why the fuck am I tripping?

My name's MK, on the mic I'm slipping

I can't think 'bout bars no more

I just think 'bout her and my heart keeps limping

Nowadays, we don't talk as much

I hold my pride, no way that I'm simping

She try air my text, so I air hers back

Fuck that, hold on I ain't finished

It's mad how it went from her telling me

That she really gonna fix my heart

To now and she poked it, bringing emotions

I really shoulda had my guard

We spoke for a good two months

Every day till dawn, like that she's gone

I'm wasting my time, I thought she was mine

And right now I don't know what's up

So I called her, it's been like two weeks now

I asked her if she's alright

She told me that she's never been better

She got a man now, felt that in my center

Oh, swear? How long has it been?

My skin so thin, I clenched up like spectre

Since last month, she said it so blunt

So I ended the call, I couldn't hack that pressure

But the thing that I'm finding amusing

Her man try beef me on socials

I told him that talk is cheap

Just come buck me, and I'll rip out your vocals

But look what she caused, she was a fraud

All of that time that I wasted

A talking stage, more than waste

I'm losing my brain

And that's why

I got a fresh wound in my heart

And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love

I don't fuck with trust either so keep your distance I ain't into that stuff

And right now got sweat in my palms

For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms

I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight

You woulda thought it was a golden scar

They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks

That's why I'm so vocal

It's like a free skin in the game

Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful

You know me I gotta stick and move

Find me a piece, so my shot ain't woeful

But me I play comps

So the girls that I got for are way prestige, and they're far from local

Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had

Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan

I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity

Went holiday and my heart got a tan

I took a trip from emotions

That's what I meant and she ripped my page

'Cause things go good, but my life is a game

And that's how it played

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