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[Sage
I am..
than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while cheeks and lips
I use battin' rouge to battle crews who don't like the
And you just act confused by the way I choose to with a double helix
with me quick, get befuddled and sea sick
My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see
The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a there
I'll curse and swear, and act until I persevere
been to church in years, right now that's the setting
I couldn't think of a better to cover my face and have a wedding
It's upsetting how plastic my is getting
It's melting and releasing fumes
Covered by lots of perfume, coming out of my closet of costumes
versions of myself get drawn out
After that occurs, gets consumed
I'm in the dressing room the caricatures
my head is cured I'm heading for pedicures and manicures
Man, if your not sure of whether or not
to pop the I'll let you in on the answer..
of sex in a camper...
A phony life with a trophy wife, menthol and cancer

Smoke and

So

So

I AM..
An specialist turning tricks who could never diss
The one the up next to even if it's not the one they went to bed with
at Tiffany's, skip lunch, make sure the dinner table is candle lit
I squish my feet until they crunch, but I'm unable to these sandals fit
I can't just sit I need to and power walk, because Oprah said it
And I won't forget it, she does it during the credits
I'm so
I like the of coke, get it? I powder my nose
Power to hoes who pound on a hose playing in a pound of snow
I'm getting plowed, I KNOW
It's to fuck a guy now
I just applied blush and surprised
but it's the way I plucked my
out, I'm in a tanning booth... reading Danielle Steel
And I'm planting banana peels beneath every damn heel
Waiting for them to for my sad trick I stop, drop and kneel
With a little touch of magic, I'll let cop a feel
I'm not real, but got FEELINGS...
except in my nipples of the breast implants
To have my chest enhanced I pant in dresses but never dress in
A hopping strobe light honey...addicted to wrinkle cream
Sipping on Listerine, Mr. Clean don't like the smell of

Smoke and

So

So

I AM..