so you think its strange
how i go to sleep with my shoes on
or when we made love
i would keep my hat on
suspicious with reason
i know now that your gone
the monkeys out of the bottle
you werent as sneaky as you thought, and
your fake bitch
cant hide behind your lies
and dont be shocked
when a bullet gets in your way
hits you like a ton of bricks
dont be surprised, when theres no tears shed
as you die
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