I remember when they all told me
never to let some shit get you off your feet.
Guess I never really felt that beat--
someone just popped off and now I'm all offkey.
Toying with me like I'm on damn strings,
plucking and strumming and watch 'em tear slowly.
Guess I never really did anything.
So many stabs in the back and I can now barely breathe.
Told me not to let nothing sink in--
defensiveness now the best medicine and
I'm suffering. They can see my veins draining.
My attempts, they're all seeming naive and--
Didn't think you'd start with all these secrets.
Didn't think you'd go and lie 'bout where we've been.
And how was I supposed to know?
Quote unquote, "Offense? None taken."
*Beat Which Inspired This: (0:23 - 1:23 Juice WRLD Type Beat "Quarantine")
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