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JETSKI

DIPSET

[PROD. MEEJ.]

Here I go again-
Tripping over hoes I wish I never had.
Still, I’d share a sin.
Still, I smell her scent.
Fulfilling my descent.
I betrayed myself-
Apparent, in a sense.
Forsaken innocence.
All for a smitten kitchen wench.

Galen tendencies.
Still making beats for my Force to be Unleashed.
Great amenities-
I’ve felt as worthless aboard and overseas. 
Blood and money trees.
I push the product to fund my own defeat.
I sold the Joints like Spike Lee.
Maybe I’m just like Steve.
Maybe you just like me.
I tried to give her Da’Jon-
She said she just like MEEJ.
All my nights in Vale East-
No avail.
I could fail for centuries.
Go to Hell and no one would miss me.
…Or maybe some would.
Their regards seem condescending.
 
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.

Would it be selfish-
If I have children?
When I kill myself, that’ll free my spirit.
I do not belong within the land of living.
Even though I know I can’t make that decision.
Even though I know that no one else is willing.
I’m at war in Hell and The Devil’s winning.
And my soul will melt-
In these flames I swim in.
Hate myself for the things I did to women.
Hate myself for the things they did to me.
I get mad;
Wanna blow my head off.
She get mad; Throw it back-
I break her off.
Snowbunny-
She bad like Romanoff. 
Dead to her-
So that makes her a Widow.
She rode like a bimbo.
With 12 at the window.
At 12; In her bed.
Put her head in the pillow.
I can’t stay the night-
And she hated that memo.

This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.
This is the Art Of War.