I was wrong, but I just can't I couldn't help but to admire Step in a place where nothing else matters at all Suspicion leaked when they called Hail on my head if I tell
But maybe I can fix this quick I'll cover up while it's getting closer to me But I can't gauge how much to hide
This time I hit and missed
It all depends on the delivery It's coming my way and I'm just hoping to survive They'll never make me scrape Scrape from the bottom of this deep hole
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