nash/nash
i’m in love
with your magic
don’t laugh
cause it’s tragic
like crack for
an addict
the freaks
gotta have it
i’m bleedin
you stabbed it
numb cause you
smacked it
stoned since you
grabbed it
my soul since
you jacked it
ran off n
stashed it
like cash in
the attic
bon bons
n fat chicks
the passion
we have it
don’t bad act it
just pass habit
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