im might be sicker but hell no im the weakest
know you mixing them like the baddest bartner
pour it up in a zippy cup just for me to throw up
you make every medication such a sweet temptation
like a heavenly vacation
i cant say a word in your presence
but i can like deliver in quiet
a million of sentence
yeah we got kinda weird romance
but by the lonely hours i them , spill out
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