careerist lyricist
I can see you in the afternoon I
can see you in your living room
I can see you lying with your eyes
I can see your tears like crocodiles
shine on fortunate one
keep using peoples backs as rungs on your ladder to the sun
careerist lyricist I've got your number one
you were a friend of mine til there was a cost
kept your true intentions camouflaged
PMC Larping as a troubadour
I'll let myself out of the big French doors
shine on fortunate one
keep using peoples backs as rungs on your ladder to the sun
careerist lyricist I've got your number one
Rip the check check them mic 12121212
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