.[Verse 1]
Emphatic, over-dramatic, pathetic stories are spun
About me and my loose tongue
Theyâll have the jealousy pouring out as you sniff up the filth
And text a tirade of hellish stuff
Iâm not here to hold you up
While you pick away at my foundations
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