baby, ive got a head full of nonsense and a page full of proof
this city in my heart says you could be my president
too bad the elections over and the ballots never counted
growing up or going down? well im somewhere in the mid(d)l(if)e(crisis)
im thinking the administration in my mind is signing exclusive papers
the ones that ensure you this heartbreak is all according to Misenti policy
take all complaints up with my secretary cuz i just dont care to hear
this is the year where your vote matters most
the difference between me and my opponent is the depression
baby, with me, you'll never hear anything else but selfconceited hate speeches in the mirror
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