My promise is crystal clear
like conflict diamonds
and your pieces of Jesus
reside in your ride
your ice is melting
and your couture's a dead culture
and my sins are an army
and i'l build them against us
me and you
fuck that
it was a lie
now i'm set to die
it's raining in your eyes
lay me down
give me my crown
king of shittalkers
supposed girl stalker
and that's the end
trade your friends
they'll only let you down
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