chpt. 3: "nihilude"

Henny to the face. Hmm.. dumb idea.

(lyrics)
Peep the situation, our love inflation, minds were adjacent, nothing replacin
Thoughts out in space, your words, a sedation
All my elation, emancipation needed the reciprocation
But if you're hearing this, it might be way past due
It's a Wednesday night, something's creepin on me, bought this bottle
Feel like Maurice, lost a model, since the autumn leaves have fallen
Solitude's been calling, oh how rude have I been?
Misconstrued to only needing you when all is ruined and I'm ruing it in my room
Cue the brew I'm spillin, upside down, blurred vision, all just a reflection of how bad you got my head spinnin, shit

I say too much, too much I say
I said too much, too much I said
Girl it's too much, too much I said it
I think too much, too much yeah, yeah
Too much, too much yeah, yeah
Too much, too much
Too much, too much

nihilude (prod. P.SOUL)

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nihilude (prod. P.SOUL)

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