I have to defend everything i do now, the freaks are a cult that believes im satan
Dont listen to freaks, you’re dearly loved
My peripheral vision caught sight of a woman in the servo so i looked
You, G, you
I know i said i wouldnt, but sometimes people change their minds, dont we?
I promise you
Earlier, i couldnt see thru your car window because of the light and freaks
We’re both surrounded
The rapist set you up, he was trying to set me up, and got you
I love you
I didnt know if it was you, G, i watched her, and by habit looked twice now
They dont care, theyre filming in front of everyone on the street, and no evidence, but hatespeech
And i know now, if you’re over there and i dont look, theyll be telling people im satan
Dont listen to freaks, they tell fibs
And i love you, G, more than my own life, so ill risk myself again
For you, G, you
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