Think this brew is bitter better
bump a little sugar in it
bitch would kill me if I let her
and my window’s far from infinite
Say I’ve got potential promise
well yeah twenty years ago
I’ve got nothing bet on this
and getting by is all I know
I’ve seen this shit that’s on before
somebody else’s fantasy
I’m better, bitter, out the door
The angles in the slant is me
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