The bookmakers

Fakeness makes me steam like this coffee I sip,
I had to spit these out coz their tongue slipped,
Fought this thought for long till I lost my fort,
Now a lost boy from the troy I was...

I rouse the cock so I'd leave with a bang,
Every trap the frenemies had strapped to my night,
I pulled the chocks on my stock and watched it slide off a rock
So I could see every one of you lurking in the horse...

For you, my love - I played a song to undo my wrong,
Every memory I had of you, I replayed the part,
We ran nine laps but fell flat at the last,
Every line of every song hitting on me...

You say I am a stone-cold killer living it out in the cold,
Well! This nigga ain't sane, he could live with the pain,
Every memory ever been, I have recaptured the scene
I pulled the plug on the deal so you could reveal yourself.