U may believe, from exterior, cute smile: kinda deceiving

Well look on the interior for best quality and start believing

That im geniune. The only thing i CANT do is pretend

Cuz i can try to hide my integrity but it leaks in the end

Like the bloodshot red in my eyes.
The sweat from within a pen.

The tears that come from the sky.
Pride bleed when u defend.

It depends on how aggressive u u are on happiness

How determined u are to fight the ticks on the clock of crappiness

As dry as a night of a new moon cold as a shoulder

Or the eyes of the one who smiles in the beholder

My hearts as tough as frozen steak or 50 boulders

Try cuttin that wit a butter knife when ur 80 or older

My words are soup in the winter noodles that sooth the spirit

Broken hearted? Missin the voice? I know how it feels to hear it.

I wanna be the rest for ur mind. Call me easy cuz easy does it.

If u got butterflies my hospitality feeds ur stomach

Im outspoken, selfless, give help when i feel helpless

And underneath it all I'll still ball like the Celtics

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