I can't hit the strip clubs
I catch all the bad angles
Tired eyes
Bodies twisting and turning on floors glistened with sweat
Bright lights on the vlt let's bet
Behind the makeup she tries to forget
Or maybe i'm talking shit
It's every womens right to get naked
But i'm looking around me curious
Wheres the celebration
Tears and fears, the faces salivate they rate they hate they snakes and fakes I can't see straight
I'm wasted and I've had enough of greed
Let it rain
Walking home I hop puddles
And wonder the stories of those I don't know
If an outstretched hand would be accepted without suspicion
Not here to fuck let's pour some tea
And tell me who you really are
Not what they want you to be.
-Dev
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