Love Late Night Freestyles
When you tell your ex you love em, like it was nothin
I get to wonderin, how you replied like the snap of a button
And then after we dumpin, you two like peas and you clumpin
Although I know for a fact you were abstinent, no humpin
You still quick to act, like jumping jacks, you got on jumpin
Now I’m stuntin like a fancy carved up pumpkin
Delicate, no bumpin
No religious overtones, I ain’t talkin bible thumpin

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Now I ain't sayin he's in it for the coochie, but without it he ain't leavin
I'd tell him the past, but he wouldn't care if you cheatin’
Even if I told him, he wouldn’t believe it
Together right now for all the wrong reasons, temporarily in season
Emotional beatings
Subjected to like a Dying Fetus
Emotional releases
Dimensional creases, align in such a way that time and space can find a way to beat you down once more once you look up, even if you aren't looking for a hook up
Lovings just a business and she's always booked up, just looking to sell and move on after the feelings been cooked up, shook up just one more time and I might blow up, and show up on your door step with an apology when it's raining and cold out, I'm bold out and bold now speaking about what happened and how I feel now
Trying to know what's real now, fake now, and see how, you treated me, but at this point I feel old now and I'm out and I wanna fold now
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My flow broken, just like my emotion
Cause a big commotion, I gotta put a show on
Attention, that's what I am getting
Old girl ending, now I am befriending
The truth I can be ascending, and it's unrelenting
I can't think about quitting, Leave some heads spinning
With all my winning, ayy
And no I am not twinning, not copycating
She ain't never been wrong, for a day in her life. And if you try to bring something up get ready for some strife
Doesn’t matter if she cheatin or looking for  your weakness, best not be speakin, even if it could lead to her leaving
And without warning, she could become horny, and you think you've saved it, but afterwards small talk is boring, and you learn the eternal truth: you can patch things up for now but there is no real restorin’
Things to the way they was
All cute bunnies and butterflies and warm fuzz
And that's just cuz, off the buzz, nothing matters and nothing really changes
My words can splatter, like ketchup on a Lincoln platter, still wouldn't have the impact or influence of a 30 or even a cannon like blaster master
And I keep the pressure down like I'm vanilla or David Bowie, copy cat and then show me, cuz they try and tell me and rap faster, and I'm not a real rapper, but I let my feelings go free, and I let them flow to the beat, leave a casket for the murdered bastards I pass up, grouped with those who need to catch up or messed up
So get guest up or blessed up, while I flex up, ayyy