"Cancer (Interlude)" lyrics

"Cancer (Interlude)"

How much money did I spend to impress you?
Visa charged up like a Tesla
All these drugs that I ingested try to fix me
You still try to, that shit risky

You don't take no for an answer
That's how I know you're a Cancer

Dancing on a Geminis feet
I'm a twin like peaks
From a twin-sized bed to black queens in the sheets
Nightmares in my sleep, so I be dreamin' awake
Feel like Salvador Dali, watch the time melt away
I know I was [?] finite and powers really [?] right
From my mommas basement, to a downtown highrise
Smokin' on flowers that you only see at high times
Crashin' like I'm left out
A baddie on my right side
I was in the kitchen doing ditches, doing odd jobs
Now, I make like fifty for a thirty-minute headline
Life is passing quickly like graffiti on the redline
I'm feelin' like I'm bullshittin', I'm only seeing red now
Dodging like a matador, I'm dancin' like an amateur
Got two left, yeah, I got two left feet
And I know I left you but act like you left me
Momma see me in controversy on the news every week

But she don't take no for an answer
That's how I know she's a Cancer


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