[Intro]
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Zeke!

[Verse 1: ch2rms]
I was feelin' sick, I am better
Uh, she ignored me for the better
My emotions reek right on you
My emotions reek right on you (Quack)
You text back, "I be feeling sick"
I be feelin' sick, make them dead in a ditch
I think I'm not needed here, I think I'm a bother
If you are stuck here, get up, I think you never sorted it
Ice pack to the bloody store, I'm the master
I get the hints yеah, I get the messagе
I get the hints yeah, I know you don't like me
I get the hints yeah, I know you despite me
You despite me, I know you wouldn't like me
You didn't like me, now you didn't text back
I get the hints yeah, I know you never liked me
I get the hints yeah, I know you dislike me
I never liked me, I know you despite me
Textin' your phone, I don't know, you dislike me
I don't know why I like you when you dislike me
I be violently two-faced
Who's the right me?
Who's the right me?
I'm a loser, you dislike me
I've been trying to find it, I'm right next to it
He say he say, "What's your name?"
I know I'm better
Yeah, I get it, you don't like me
Yeah, I see the message
[Verse 2: d0llywood1]
You said you don't like me
Yes, I got your message
[?] nervous
I'm so nervous 'cause I don't get it
Don't wanna do it, but you still did it
But if you are certain causin' more damage
I know you did it, yeah but it's helpin'
I know you're hurting, but why are you moaning?
I gotta go yeah, in a minute
I gotta hear ya, go, go, go, go, go
Don't think I can see ya, go, go, go, go, go
I'm in this bitch yeah, go, go, go, go, go
And not me in a ditch yeah, go, go, go, go, go
I gotta hear ya, go, go, go, go, go
Don't think I can see ya, go, go, go, go, go
I'm in this bitch yeah, go, go, go, go, go
And not me in a ditch yeah, go, go, go, go, go

[Verse 3: tropes]
I've been feeling bad but now I'm better
Had to write a letter
Yeah, this ain't no Futurama but I'll still bend her (Bender)
Where the fuck you at? I saw you craftin' on blender
Wear my sweater it upsets her
Don't try to speak on it 'cause you've never met her
I've got no energy, I hope that I forget her
I blocked you on everything, it's like whatever
Hopefully forever, fuck
But it don't make sense when you hang out on a Saturday night
I told her, "light it up", she said, "That's alright"
Short bitch come over on a Sunday night
Draw it in the sand, like it's a line
Call me a bother, I don't wanna be
I feel like I'm ch2rms, fuck 'em all 'cause they all wannabes
Shoot the fucker bodily, got that bitch on top of me
Fuck my life, 'cause I think there's something wrong with me