If you don't get your fix
you go and throw a fit
I'm so sick of this
You're like a little bit*h
I'm riddled by it
You've got me stumped
Well, who'da thunk
You'd be the one
to get in the middle of the junk
You really sunk
I'm realing you up, you feel me?
You better be tough
You need me? For real, I'm here
when you'll let it be enough

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