Nigh/T/mare

Why ya gotta act grea[T] 'til you ain't great?
Huh?
Take a blood test,
show me you're above the pest,
mine shows I'm 100% boss bitch,
even when I'm crying myself to sleep,
I make you all weep.

Cha-ching, clank that's a wrap,
you still human to me--
stahp.

You think you can hold me down,
hold me back?
This is me not calling you, you rat!
Don't waste my time,
tell it to my face,
come on J,
let's race!

Truth hurts, can you feel the excitement?
Coming for you boy,
you'll stay stuck in writing.

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T keeps a record of the wreckage of our life,
too late to recognize the weapon that's our mind,
so talk shit, J, I'm bored every time,
and I realize...

I've spilled blood and it's me,
no matter what you do I'll always be free,
no matter the trust no matter the lies,
break me down break him apart,
put them back together with new faces,
you think it's art.

I've looked at you in the mirror,
and written off your smile,
a little eyeliner to defile,
no matter how many times you choose for me to exile.

So I'll pick up the pieces of them,
put them together stem by stem,
stop running with scissors, J,
you're very cray cray...

...only a bad boss-ass bitch can stay.

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