Articulate malfunction.
What is this pressure we're under?
This is new like postpartum depression with a baby mother.
Love why you gotta act so undercover?
Your words clean as ice.
Your actions stagnant with a little bit of spice.
Your clearly from another planet.
I can only dream but we've landed.
I can't believe your ideas because your motives were never clear.
Well my dear your never here..
And when you appear..
The engine goes into drive then eventually switches gears.
Reverse, you make my intellect hurt.
Articulate malfunction.
Junction.
A car that needs a jump.
Fork in the road.
New artist, album only gold.
Unable to mold.
As usual just better off alone.
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