fraud.(interlude)

Can't lie my heart cries forlorn it's So sly the devil hides his horns with White lies, butterflies, and tulips My time was better spent on limericks Shit, maybe we just fucking on the side Maybe we just fucking on the side Heartbroken left it all in the open Aren't we lonesome Lately I wonder if we got together to end up apart Whenever it gets paramount I seem to f*ck around And turn cowardly lion But I spit that without even trying I'm the cleverest cat Quick to clash quills In this competitive craft Credit him that But they don't even see the effort in that I let the inquisitions queue up I'll give you answers when I can And I'm often lost inside the nonsense I'd hope you'd draw me the map I know this album is my conflict Of where I'm meant and where I'm at I feel like everyone's accomplished All the things that I can't