No one clears the stage My casket stole the show Only dust can make you guess my age Don't know if I can do this anymore Can't contact me, I lost my phone Would gladly dial you whenever I have the urge The paintings and paper printed pictures Make every bleak brick home Finally ate something but I mean Nobody cares about a salad When you have access to meat i mean The dressing isn't keeping anybody warm, ain't that sad Sorry not sorry I is My parents call me 'Ghiss' My friends 'Gigi', your mom 'Sis' Regardless I remain the same miss Not listening while under pressure Too bad my seasoning isn't to your liking At least one thing is for sure You'll never be my king
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