Constant moving your mouth in lore
Oh God! That guides me too bored
Always gossiping in flowing bullshit
Nothing new in your trivial trip
So what you say about me
Don't really matter a thing, you see
Don't really care for what you think
Or do in your mind scheming
But hurry up and tell me more
How put me down would make you feel?
Out of the way of blessing and chill
If in time we leave a scar
What will be in your own altar
What will you be remebered for?
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