you my art


how you always got my mind on you
having little deja vu
how you can be persuasive
little lies
like they wont hurt
in the end I know they will
not to care is the game
I already got fame
you just part of it
but you got my attention
pretty sure I got yours too
lets just see where we get
feelings aint got to matter right now
it aint bout what I need
its bout what I want
you just my perfect imperfection

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