studio
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It reminds you of one’s trap cranking out music. Lyrics stories of our urban community underlined with sex and drugs. Those who flock there are ones who cloak to darkness everlasting party. A place were tortured souls go seeking some form of relie
I think you and me could make it
But I'm not sure if our hearts can take it
So i'm in the studio writing my feelings down
Trying not to drown
In my emotions
Cupid's never been mistaken
Until now
Our love is forsaken
Think we should take our final bows
These curtains won't be drawn again
