Texty:
As Friends Rust This Is Me Hating You

but "in". You're gonna bore yourself to death. Hey, you're in your way. When you walk, when you talk... you're in your way. And that "being yourself"

want, we bound to give it And anything you catz start, you know we bound to finish Can you see the cage is open? muzzle is off The nine is sick, the

you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control Your past is plagiarism your symbols have dried up Your corruption's as confused As old lovers that you

niggaz want, we bound to give it And anything you catz start, you know we bound to finish Can you see the cage is open? Muzzle is off The nine is sick

want, we bound to give it And anything you catz start, you know we bound to finish Can you see the cage is open? Muzzle is off The nine is sick, the

you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control Your past is plagirism yous symbols have dried up Your corruption's as confused As old lovers that you

you live when you were here How you celebrated those years Were you a follower? Did you try elevating your peers? Were you sincere when you gave the prophets